Title: My Husband’s Sweethearts
Author: Bridget Asher (pseudonym for Julianna Baggott)
Publisher: Bantam, 2009 (271 pages)
ISBN: 978-1-74166-873-5
Grab: a bowl of ice cream
For me chick lit is like sorbet. I like it well enough for its own merits, and on the beach in summer it can be positively heavenly, but I wouldn’t attempt to subsist on a diet of it alone. It really works best as a palate cleanser between heavier courses. My Husband’s Sweethearts accomplished this effortlessly last weekend. I had just finished reading a sequence of fairly meaningful books culminating in Gayle Forman’s beautiful and heartrending If I Stay. If I’d read another tearjerker I may have had to spend the week in bed with no other company than a cat and a box of chocolates to recharge my emotional batteries.
My Husband’s Sweethearts takes a plotline that might seem maudlin (the central character’s estranged husband is on his deathbed) or severe (he’s estranged because he cheated on her – repeatedly), and makes it not only funny but also touching. After discovering that the charismatic Artie is dying, Lucy Shoreman returns home. Unable to forgive him for his philandering, in a drunken moment she cracks the code in his little black book and calls all his former lovers to come and take their turn in caring for him. To her surprise, many of them show up and some of them have a real effect on her life.
Filled with entertaining characters (Lucy’s mother and her over-endowed dachshund are particular favourites), My Husband’s Sweethearts was a delightful read. With the film rights sold (with Julia Roberts’ name attached), I am looking forward to seeing it on the big screen.




One of the review excerpts on the back of my 2009 paperback copy of The Woman in the Lobby describes it as “an erotic chocolate box of a novel”. Now to me, this just sets a book up for failure. A dozen pages in, I was already grumbling to my husband about the lack of erotic chocolates. But once I got past that, I found myself quite swept up in the world of Violet Armengard – mistress to some of the world’s most powerful and wealthy men.
I do love a good classic, particularly Austen. I still have my high school copy of Pride and Prejudice with all the margin notes and underlining.
Now I realise that these DIY books are nothing new. I can remember having similar books when I was young (many, many years ago), but this is in the format of the familiar Story Library books and I have to admit that printing technology has come along way since I received one of the “story featuring your child” books as a kid.
I’m generally wary of short stories. It takes a significant amount of skill to create a compelling story with enough detail to engage the reader and enough resolution to prevent a sense of frustration when the story ends.





