Luna Amos has never had a boyfriend, or even a best friend. The only love she's ever known is the sisterly love she has for and receives from her little sister, Beatrix. Her parents claim to love her, but they don't really show it. Luna is embarrassed to even call them her parents after how reckless they've been, but no one else has any problems associating Luna with them. To the world, Luna is equally irresponsible. Luna loves her baby sister and is content to raise her without her parents help, but she often wonders: is there more to love than stubby arms wrapping around your knees? More to love than sticky goodnight kisses on your cheek? Is there really such thing as a love that can take over your mind and make you think that one special person hung the moon just for you? Surely not...