Bloody moons. They never do what you want and this one is no different.
Why would anyone write a story about the last baby of the previous millennium?
Jinger’s birth date gave her the feeling that she was old when she was a little girl; that she really belonged to a time in which she had barely lived. Her twin was new and young, the inaugural child of the silver new year, whereas Jinger was a lingering remnant of the instantly unfashionable thousand years before.
Sent up to school in Murkle, home of the famous wandering Moon, Jinger wants to fit in with the other pupils so much she even tries to copy their accent. But people in Murkle seem to have been waiting for her to arrive, one of them for more than a hundred years.