Tuesday's Child is a mediocre enjoyable chick-lit book, but after the promising beginning, the very predictable end leaves you disappointed.
The plot falls within the nothing-new-under-the-sun category. Tomboyish girl doesn't know she's in love with her best and flatmate the kind and handsome Oliver. Oliver thinks she doesn't care for him and dates other, more feminine females, the last of whom proposes him successfully. Lucy has to move out and find a new job. In her new job - after some considerable, but for the reader, not too convincing change of life-, hair and other styles - her rich, gorgeous (or so it seems) boss tries to hit on her. Lucy - oh blessed, blonde naivety! - doesn't notice how he tries to change every single thing in her and that he is just too good to be true...
Somehow everybody and everything is a bit too-too to make you believe it. Victoria, Oliver's fiancée, is too vicious and snooty, Oliver is too unsuspecting, Todd is too slimy and easy to look through for everybody but Lucy and co. And Lucy is too tomboyish, but than with a snap she changes and just in an afternoon she finds out how to dress and apply make up. Not credible at all. Somehow the story, as are its characters, is lame.