Meet Sally Susannah Sunday Sally Susannah Sunday is exactly 7 years and 7 months and 7 weeks and 7 days and 7 hours and 7 minutes and zero seconds old, and never gets even one second older, because she lives in a book, where she is the Star of every story that gets written there. Sally Susannah doesn't know what she looks like, because there isn't a mirror in her book. Once, she spent one whole day searching all the pages of her book looking for a mirror--any kind of mirror--but there was no mirror anywhere to be found. No big mirror, no old and dusty mirror, no teeny-weeny mirror, not even a fun-house mirror, which would have been interesting if she had found one, because there wasn't a story about a circus or a county fair in her book--at least not yet. She even spent most of the next Tuesday looking again, but, alas--still no mirror. She didn't even find a pool of perfectly still water where she could see her reflection, either. Without a mirror she couldn't tell what color her eyes were, because she couldn't see them. She could see her hair, though, so she knew it was a very nice mix of brown and red and gold and black. Some days, like rainy days, it was a very pretty brown. Other days, like bright and sunny days, it was mostly gold with a hint of red in the morning, and red with streaks of gold in the afternoon. And at night, her hair was almost always a very beautiful black. She knew she was just about this tall, and almost exactly that wide, but she didn't have a ruler so she didn't really know how high this high was, or how wide that wide was. And, she discovered, it really didn't matter, anyway. She was what she was, and Sally Susannah was happy with who she was and what she was. Sally Susannah Sunday's stories are written by Mizz Frittzy Freckles, a grandmother who lives on a mountain. Except, the stories Mizz Frittzy Freckles writes are actually written through her by her twin grandchildren, twelve year old Trixie Twilby-Twinkletoe and Terrible Thomas Twilby-Twinkletoe. Now, there is something very odd about these twins. Trixie is about 1,000 years older than Thomas, they way they look at it. You see, they are twins, but they were not born on the same day. In fact, they were not born in the same year. And to make it even worse, they were not born in the same century! Trixie was born exactly 12 minutes before midnight on December 31 of the last day of the last year of the century, and Thomas was born exactly thirteen minutes after midnight on the first day of the first year of the next century. And that's not all! The century Trixie was born in was the last century of a millennium, and that means the century Thomas was born in was the first century of a new millennium! Trixie was a millennium (at least, a tiny part of a millennium) older than Thomas! So even though they are both exactly 12 years and 12 days old, it isn't the same 12th day. Trixie is the oldest. She was born in the millennium before the millennium Thomas was born in, so she was much, much much much much older, and for him, that was very terrible indeed. Trixie Twilby-Twinkletoe is the true author of Sally Susannah's stories, but one day Terrible Thomas broke the eraser off Trixie's Big Pencil and hid it away, and now sometimes sneaks in and changes Trixie's stories. With no eraser, Trixie can't change the stories back to the way she had written them! This sometimes causes Mizz Frittzy Freckles a lot of trouble when she writes Sally Susannah's stories, and creates much confusion for Sally Susannah herself. All of this leads to some very interesting stories for Sally Susannah, and a lot of fun for her readers!