The Husbands presents an interesting question to its readers: what would you do with an unlimited supply of spouses you can summon at your whim? The main plot point and topic discussed in this novel starts on page one and, in my opinion, carries on for a few too many pages. The main protagonist stumbles home from a night out to find an unknown husband in her flat, ushering in quite the story of regret, happiness, sadness, boredom, loneliness, second-guessing, and anxiety in suburban London that just doesn't ever take off for me. 

Lauren, our protagonist, doesn't seem to learn any life lessons from this "power" in her attic, and this novel reads more like a journal of her many husbands and it stumbles for a majority of the novel. The middle of the book was just a real slog to get through with no real progression of either the story or any growth in our protagonist. I found it interesting that randomly a husband would get several chapters of the story, and then others would only get a few words. 

I think this novel suffered overall from a lack of direction. This book could have progressed in any number of ways once she discovered the "magic attic" but up until the last 2 chapters, you really had no idea of what the point of the story was or where the author was trying to take Lauren. 

The novel wasn't a total bust as it did feature a fun concept, easy-to-read writing, and some interesting characters and dialogue, but overall not one of my favorites.