Tuesday’s Child [Louise Bagshawe]


Author: Louise Bagshawe (2005)
Publisher: Headline Book
Edition: Paperback 2005
Category: Fiction
ISBN: 0-7553-0866-2

Lucy Evans, British, 24 years old and single. She dropped out from Durham to pursue her so-called job as games reviewer at PC Games Universe, a small fans-based magazine specialised in computer games. She enjoyed her life, was having fun and had a handsome lawyer as her flatmate, who she met while backpacking around Europe.

Her life started to fall apart when Ollie, her handsome flatmate, asked her to move out because he is getting married to Annoying Veronica, his snob and bitchy girlfriend. To cheer up, the next day she went to work and was ready to ask for higher wages so that she could afford living somewhere else. Apparently the boss had made a decision to sell the company to a competitor and their magazine will most probably be liquidated. In simple terms: she was sacked, unemployed.

People started to tell her that she should grow up, move on, be ambitious and do something real for life. The worse part is when she had to change her boyish style of rockstar t-shirts, Doc Marten boots and faded jeans with something feminine like Veronica so that the world would recognise her. With no qualifications and no ‘real’ working experience, obviously, finding a proper job in London is impossible. It was a relieved that Ollie could pull some strings and she could join Mayle Accommodation, owned by Ollie’s friend Todd Mayle, a handsome rich-born Yankee.

The charming Todd helped Lucy, the English Rose, to grow into a young lady. Even though she worked only as receptionist, with the allowance provided by Mayle Accomodation (aka Todd) plus loads of company complimentaries, she could buy all flashy stuffs and be feminine. Even Annoying Veronica was becoming less annoying. Well, life is never as lucky as such. Her life was once again turned down when she found out that Todd was a big fraud and at the same time she could no longer see Ollie, her best mate. Annoying Veronica told her off to respect their soon-to-be-held wedding and to stop being over friendly with Ollie.

Beyond that classic whatever story, Lucy reflects my own insecurity for life. My heart wants to stay where I am so that I could enjoy life as it is, without pressure for earning money, be ambitious, pursue career and getting married. One manoeuvre in life will make the whole things to be totally impossible! Especially because surrounding people, directly or indirectly, push me to do something, to be someone and to bring something. That replaces my peaceful idealistic world with nervousness of facing tomorrow. I never understand why money, status and achievement matter so much…

The warmest part of the story is, just like me, one of her legs roams the life of her own, but the other leg will always stay at home and be part of the family; the place where she could always turn to, day or night, rain or dry.

Bagshawe surely has style and depth on her writing. The book doesn’t entirely feel like a chicklit because of its depth, unlike the usual shallow chicklits I read (I hope it’s appropriate to call this book a chicklit though). It doesn’t play with my emotion too much, yet I am reviewing myself because of Lucy Evans. Da*n! Now I feel more insecure and nervous… *sigh*

“I am happy. And nothing makes you as attractive as happiness.” (p.319) -> yeah right! I Wish!


2 thoughts on “Tuesday’s Child [Louise Bagshawe]

  1. Rey, this is life. just be urself, don’t care about people say and thinking. eniwei, i thought this books seems like chicklit n teenlit.

  2. I don’t actually care with what may people think of me, personality-wise, I am quite confident. But pressure for future always makes me nervous especially because (like Lucy) I am too stuck with my childhood teenage momentos, hehehe… Maybe because I never had them really *wonder*wonder*

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