The Lost Girls: Three Friends. Four Continents. One Unconventional Detour Around the World

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Jen, Holly, and Amanda are at a crossroads. They're feeling the pressure to hit certain milestones—scoring a big promotion, finding a soul mate, having 2.2 kids—before they reach their early thirties. When personal challenges force them to reevaluate their lives, they decide it's now or never to do something daring. Unable to gain perspective in fast-paced Manhattan, the three twentysomethings quit their coveted media jobs and leave behind their friends, boyfriends, and everything familiar to travel the globe. ...

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Overview

Jen, Holly, and Amanda are at a crossroads. They're feeling the pressure to hit certain milestones—scoring a big promotion, finding a soul mate, having 2.2 kids—before they reach their early thirties. When personal challenges force them to reevaluate their lives, they decide it's now or never to do something daring. Unable to gain perspective in fast-paced Manhattan, the three twentysomethings quit their coveted media jobs and leave behind their friends, boyfriends, and everything familiar to travel the globe. Dubbing themselves the Lost Girls, they embark on an epic yearlong search for inspiration and direction.

As they journey 60,000 miles across four continents and more than a dozen countries, Jen, Holly, and Amanda step far outside of their comfort zones, embracing every adventure and experience the world has to offer—shooting blowguns with Yagua elders in the Amazon, learning capoeira on the beaches of Brazil, volunteering with preteen girls at a school in rural Kenya, hiking with Hmong villagers in Vietnam, and driving through Australia in a psychedelic camper van. Along the way, the Lost Girls find not only themselves but also a lifelong friendship. Ultimately, theirs is a story of true sisterhood—a bond forged by sharing beds and backpacks, enduring exotic illnesses, fending off aggressive street vendors, trekking across rivers and over mountains, and standing by one another through heartaches, whirlwind romances, and everything in the world in between.

This candid and compelling memoir will speak to anyone who has ever felt the desire to spread her wings and discover the world with her best friends by her side.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Starred Review.

Friends Pressner, Baggett, and Corbett were all busy climbing the corporate ladder of Manhattan media when they realized that, in their late twenties, they weren't sure they wanted the golden handcuffs of New York success. Reprioritizing, they decide on a rebellious, extreme course of action: quit their jobs, abandon their boyfriends, and take a year-long trip around the world. In this group memoir, the three take turns chronicling a journey from Peru to Kenya to Vietnam to Australia, and everywhere in between. Though they don't always get along, the three learn to rely on each other, keep their minds open and throw themselves enthusiastically after every adventure that comes their way. The three authors, all gifted writers (each has worked as a journalist), provide passionate, vivid descriptions of their far-flung travels, bolstered by thoughtful insights and genuine intentions, making this an intensely enjoyable read for fans of travel writing; their semi-improvisatory experience provides a broader look at travel than either a luxury tour or a backpacking trip would, proving especially resonant. This memoir should also be immediately relatable for any twenty-something unsure of his or her future (i.e., most of them).
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Los Angeles Times
“Jennifer, Holly and Amanda have had the adventure of their lives.”
BookPage
“…the real appeal of the story is the long road they take together, each supporting the others on a soul-searching quest to create a life that matters.”
Booklist
“...Jen, Holly and Amanda’s lively accounts make for the ideal armchair journey.”
Franz Wisner
“[P]otentially serious side effects [include] chronic wanderlust; severe allergic reactions to the daily grind; and an incurable desire to toss that Blackberry down a drain….Three cheers to the Lost Girls for showing us, with good humor and graceful prose, the beauty and importance of leading life astray.”
Cathy Alter
“Brave, funny, and deeply moving, THE LOST GIRLS is a real-life fairy tale for anyone who’s ever wanted to chuck it all and see the world with a best friend on each arm.”
David Farley
“For anyone-young or old, female or male-who has ever been tempted to trade in the rat race for the thrill and adventure of long-term global travel. And after reading this book, don’t be surprised if you want to do just that.”
Laura Dave
“The Lost Girls captures the generational struggle so many twentysomethings face as they try to find their way with no clear map. I ... found myself cheering as they discovered more than they could have bargained for.”
Allison Winn Scotch
“A triumphant journey about losing yourself, finding yourself and coming home again. Hitch yourself to their ride: you’ll embark on a transformative journey of your own.”
Peter Greenberg
“...[W]hen it comes to travel (and most other things), a goal is a dream with a deadline, but the Lost Girls have gone one step further….The best travel adventures, the most memorable experiences happen when things don’t go according to plan. That’s why I love this book.”
Los Angeles Times
“Jennifer, Holly and Amanda have had the adventure of their lives.”
Booklist
“...Jen, Holly and Amanda’s lively accounts make for the ideal armchair journey.”
BookPage
“…the real appeal of the story is the long road they take together, each supporting the others on a soul-searching quest to create a life that matters.”
Kirkus Reviews
Approaching 30, freelance writers Baggett, Corbett and Pressner took a year off to travel the world and live out lifelong dreams. The memoir, alternating authors by chapter, traces their various adventures and misadventures through Brazil, Peru, Kenya, India, Laos, Thailand, Vietnam, Indonesia, New Zealand, Australia and Panama. Their entertaining, eye-opening journey may inspire jealousy in readers, but the constant switching of authors proves rather confusing at first. In addition, the first two months of their travels-in Latin America-reads more like a college spring-break trip than a soul-searching, horizon-expanding venture into the unknown. As the book progresses, the authors find their stride as a writing team, and the narrative flows more smoothly. Unfortunately, the story becomes no more compelling, and the book ends with the platitude, "[t]he only leaps of faith you'll ever regret are the ones you don't take." Though Baggett, Corbett and Pressner experience a few dramatic revelations, particularly during their time volunteering in Kenya, their hopes and fears, their unexpected moments of enlightenment and appreciation and their encounters with the utterly bewildering do not stand out from similar experiences in other travelogues. Just as some writers take the mundane and elevate it to the level of the sublime, the stories here seem to make the outlandish, bizarre and exciting little more than mildly entertaining anecdotes. Adjusting to third-world conditions, encountering abject poverty, meeting new people, feeling awkward with unfamiliar languages and social conventions, forming unexpected friendships-these potentially fascinating experiences never take on the profound, moving quality readers may expect. The authors learned a lot about themselves and the world during their year abroad, but they are unable to convey it in a compelling manner. Author appearances in New York. Agent: Kenneth Wright/Writers House
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061689062
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 5/11/2010
  • Pages: 542
  • Sales rank: 814,332
  • Product dimensions: 6.10 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Jennifer Baggett serves as a project manager at the Food Network and is collaborating with Holly and Amanda on a second book. After holding editorial positions at Self and Woman's Day.

Holly C. Corbett now works as a freelance writer and college professor.

Amanda Pressner is a travel and lifestyle journalist who has contributed to such publications as USA Today and Cosmopolitan and Shape magazines.

Jennifer Baggett serves as a project manager at the Food Network and is collaborating with Holly and Amanda on a second book. After holding editorial positions at Self and Woman's Day.

Holly C. Corbett now works as a freelance writer and college professor.

Amanda Pressner is a travel and lifestyle journalist who has contributed to such publications as USA Today and Cosmopolitan and Shape magazines.

Jennifer Baggett serves as a project manager at the Food Network and is collaborating with Holly and Amanda on a second book. After holding editorial positions at Self and Woman's Day.

Holly C. Corbett now works as a freelance writer and college professor.

Amanda Pressner is a travel and lifestyle journalist who has contributed to such publications as USA Today and Cosmopolitan and Shape magazines.

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The Lost Girls

Three Friends, Four Continents, One Detour Around the World
By Jennifer Baggett, Holly C. Corbett, Amanda Pressner

Harper Paperbacks

Copyright © 2011 Jennifer Baggett, Holly C. Corbett, Amanda Pressner
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-06-168907-9


Chapter One

We were surrounded on all sides by an immense curtain
of white water. The cascades heaved over a sheer cliff,
carving jade green pools in the jungle floor of Iguazú National
Park, and drowned out every sound save one: the pounding of
our hiking boots as they tore across the metal viewing platform
at the base of the falls.
Holly, our resident sprinter, led the charge toward the exit,
with Amanda and me sliding right after her. As updrafts of mist
swirled around our feet, we skidded across the final footbridge
and shot up a steep staircase, our labored breathing and laughter
echoing against the basalt rock walls. Slowing slightly to wipe
the spray from my face, I glanced down at my watch. We had
less than ten minutes to make it to the top, or we might be
stranded in Brazil all night.
According to the ranger (who'd raced over seconds earlier to
see why on earth the three crazy American girls were still casually
snapping photos when the park was about to close), there
was only one more shuttle bus leaving that evening. So unless
we'd brought camping gear or a wad of extra cash to bribe the
Brazilian border officials, we'd better be on it. Sure, it would've
been helpful if our taxi driver had mentioned the one hour
time difference between the Argentinean and Brazilian sides of
Iguazú (or Iguaçu) when he semi-illegally transported us across
the border, but hey, where's the fun in that?
We probably should have taken this impending travel
disaster a little more seriously. But considering that we'd all but
signed over our firstborn kids to our bosses in order to take this
little adventure in the first place, we weren't going to let a little
thing like a potential immigration scandal bring us down.
In fact, our escape from New York City a week earlier had
felt like nothing short of a prison break. When Amanda and
I had first told our friends and coworkers that we were planning
to take ten days off—in a row—in order to backpack
around Argentina, we were met with some seriously arched
eyebrows.
"Wow, I didn't even take more than a week off when I got
married," one acquaintance remarked. "Better hope they don't
fill your jobs before you get back."
Only Holly, another assistant editor who worked with
Amanda at a women's magazine, seemed to share our enthusiastic
attitude about escaping the freezing winter and the endless
projects tethering us to our desks. Even though Holly and I had
met just a few times and couldn't be sure that we'd get along
for a single day on the road, let alone ten, she'd asked only two
questions before anteing up the money for a ticket: "Which
airline are we flying, and when do we leave?" For my part, I was
thrilled to have a new coconspirator in my quest to find a more
authentic "real world" than the one we were about to leave
behind in Manhattan.
After moving to the city nearly four years earlier to take a
job at a national television network, I had been dropped into a
world of claustrophobic apartments, exorbitant rents, fourteen-
hour workdays, mandatory media events, and gospel preachers
Jen Iguazú Falls, Argentina/Brazil Nearly Two Years Earlier
predicting doomsday on the subways. I quickly learned that the
city had spawned a new kind of Darwinian struggle: only the
most career-driven and socially adaptable would survive. In order
to cope with the pressure, people generally took one of two
paths: the first lined with Xanax, therapists, and cigarettes, and
the second with Bikram yoga, feng shui, and green tea.
My personal survival method? Escape. Even now, dripping
with sweat and frantically racing to make it across country lines,
I felt that familiar burst of exhilaration that flooded me every
time I booked an international flight or added a new stamp to
my passport.
And though it had been a challenge to get on the road in the
first place, Holly, Amanda, and I had done our best to squeeze
every ounce of life from our holiday. We'd arrived a week earlier
in the "Big Apple" of South America, cosmopolitan Buenos
Aires, and filled our time wandering its cobblestone alleys,
savoring sumptuous lomo steak dinners, stuffing our bags with
street market finds, and exhausting ourselves at late-night tango
dancing sessions that lasted until the night sky was slivered with
pink.
Although our love affair with the passionate culture and
sultry vibe of B.A. had only just begun, the three of us were ready
to drop even farther away from city life. It was time to head
for the jungle. After a two-hour flight on LAN Peru, our small
plane touched down in the frontier town of Puerto Iguazú and
it was good-bye strappy tango sandals, hello hiking boots.
Glancing down at my own shoes, now filthy from the day's
trek, I was amazed that I was still able to run, much less sprint
up the final flight of stairs. As we finally broke out of the deep
shade of the rain forest and onto the main road, we spotted the
bus fifty yards ahead, packed to the brim with passengers. In a
scene befitting a screwball silver screen comedy, the bus started
to pull away at the exact moment we arrived. Holly, who by now
I'd learned ran marathons for fun, fired up her legs and dashed
even faster, waving a tanned arm above her head as Amanda
and I screamed for the bus to stop. Thank the jungle gods that
we'd popped out into the open when we had, because the driver
somehow noticed us in the rearview mirror and chugged to a
stop. Gasping for breath and dripping wet, we stumbled aboard
and were met by a busload of cheering tourists, all clapping
for our frenetic victory. Collapsing into the only empty seats,
Amanda, Holly, and I passed around the one bottle of water we
had left between us, laughing and congratulating ourselves on
yet another skin-of-our-teeth arrival.
As I chugged another gulp of water and caught my breath,
I realized that I felt happier and more grounded than I had in
months. Suddenly the thought of returning home in a few days
sent a ripple of dread through my body. Unlike Amanda and
Holly, who'd been desperate for a reprieve from their chaotic,
cutthroat magazine jobs, I had recently scored an exciting new
position as a marketing coordinator for a music television channel
that I was eager to resume.
For once in my adult life, my career and living situation were
actually on track, humming right along—but things with my
relationship weren't going so smoothly. In fact, I was bracing
myself for a potential train wreck.
After I had dated my boyfriend, Brian, for almost three
years, the confidence to shout off the rooftops "Hallelujah! He's
the One!" still eluded me. Though many empathetic souls re-
minded me that I was still young, a growing number of onlookers
had begun to pounce on my uncertainty. "Shit or get off
the pot," they'd say, invoking the single phrase I loathed more
than any other. I mean, maybe I was just comfortable staying in
a seated position longer than other people. Can't a girl simply
enjoy the feel of cool porcelain without being judged?
While my romance with Brian hadn't followed the traditional
cinematic structure—boy sees girl, they lock eyes, share
a passionate embrace, and fall head over heels in love—it had
grown out of something stronger: a true friendship. We'd met
at a business lunch halfway through my "freshman year" in
New York. Network television sales assistant meets advertising
client—an industry cliché that always made us laugh. Soon
we grew from casual acquaintances to after-work happy hour
buddies to true confidants who organized late-afternoon photo
shoots in Central Park, signed up for salsa lessons, and dined in
cute garden cafés on Restaurant Row.
Before we knew it, we were a serious couple. And as the
months turned into years, we never had a moment's pause
about progressing naturally from one level to the next.
Becoming Exclusive. Meeting the Parents. Planning Vacations.
Discussing Living Together. I was one of the lucky ones,
shattering the Manhattan urban myth that it was impossible to
find a sweet, gainfully employed city guy who wasn't afraid to
commit.
But within the past few months, we'd hit the proverbial
relationship wall. We had no real reason to break up, but also no
real catalyst moving us forward. I knew that Brian and I would
have to face the question of our future eventually, but at twenty-
six (for another precious few months, anyway), I was more than
content to take the safe road—present bus ride excluded. As we
neared the park exit, the driver slammed into a pothole, sending
me and my wandering thoughts sliding off the bench and into
the aisle.
Fortunately, the travel deities, it seemed, had decided to cut
us yet another break: in the parking lot, we spotted the same
snoring taxi driver who'd originally transported us across the
border using a series of dusty back roads and convinced him to
do the exact same thing in reverse. A few por favors, 20 Argentine
pesos (about $7), and we were on our way.
Even after our mad dash through the jungle, none of us
were quite ready to call it a night. By the time we'd reached
our hotel—located within the national park on the Argentinean
side—Holly had come up with a better alternative.
Her green eyes glinted, and a mischievous smile crossed her
face. "Hey, so now that we've gained an hour of time back, do
you guys want to hike over to Devil's Throat waterfall? When
I spoke with the concierge this morning, he said it doesn't take
long to get there and the view is the best one."
"I'm definitely down for that. Schmanders?" I asked, invoking
Amanda's college nickname.
"Hey, why not?" she said, sweeping her blond curls off her
neck and into a loose ponytail. "And at least we know we can't
get stranded on this side!"
After smoothing on a fresh layer of sun block (my fair skin
tends to freckle and burn even in the light of sunset), I grabbed
my day pack and we took off running down the trail.
Giddy from our day's adventure, Amanda, Holly, and I theatrically
strutted across another set of Iguazú's elevated catwalks,
following the signs to Garganta del Diablo. We passed over marshy
wetland grasses and under verdant green canopies until we finally
reached the park's main stage. Rather than staring at the thunderous,
driving force of the water from below, this time we were
perched high above the falls—at the same vantage point as the
red breasted toucans we'd seen darting through the rain forest. From
this height, we could take in the full scope of the cascades rushing
over the horseshoe cliff, thundering into a foggy abyss below, and
enveloping us in a perfectly circular ring of rainbows.
"You know, I wouldn't have cared if we'd gotten stranded in
Brazil," said Holly, stretching one of her lean legs along the railing
"I'd take this over opening mail any day of the week."
Amanda grimaced and plopped down next to me on the
bench where I'd settled near the main lookout point. "Let's not
mention work, please? I can't even think about the massive pile
of papers and e-mails waiting to eat me alive when I get back."
"Oh, c'mon, Amanda. You know you'd rather be sitting at
your desk working on that lifesaving article you're doing on . . .
what is it?" I teased her, pulling a half-eaten granola bar out of
my bag for emphasis. "The grooviest snack foods? The most
artificially flavored?"
"The Skinniest New Snack Foods," she said miserably, grabbing
the bar and acting as if she might toss it over the edge.
"But I'd happily eat full-fat foods forever as long as I could do it
here. I bet they don't even have a word for 'deadline' or 'anxiety
attack' in Latin America."
"I'm with you," Holly said, coming over to sit next to us. "But
at least we managed to escape for more than a week. That's way
more than most people get away with. And even if we have to
work until midnight every night for a month, it'll be worth it."
"Yeah, I can't believe we really pulled this off. Especially
you, Hols. I mean, you hadn't even saved up for the trip like Jen
and I did."
Holly shrugged and rolled her eyes playfully. "Well, I figured
eating Luna bars for lunch every day and hiding flasks in
my purse at happy hours was worth the sacrifice."
From what I'd learned about Holly already this week, I had
a feeling she wasn't exaggerating about what she'd had to do
in order to get on the road and travel. Though I'd done my
fair share of scrimping since moving to New York, I'd thankfully
never been in debt. I'd even managed to earmark a small
portion of my modest television salary for overseas vacations.
Holly, on the other hand, had never really had extra money to
spare and had been picking up odd jobs—berry picker, cosmetics
color analyst, lead paint poisoning tester, college dorm toilet
scrubber, pizza delivery girl—since she was a kid in order to stay
afloat with her expenses. Yet somehow she'd managed to visit
nearly twice the number of the countries I had, because she'd
either earned study-abroad scholarships or paid for the trips out
of her own pocket. She prioritized adventure and discovery over
stability and structure—yet another reason why Amanda and I
were so excited she'd been able to join us at the last minute.
"Do we really have to go back? Can't we just set up camp and
stay?" Amanda pleaded.
"Okay, fine, it's decided," I said, rising to my feet to face the
girls. "We'll build a tree house right here and live like the Swiss
Family Robinson."

(Continues...)



Excerpted from The Lost Girls by Jennifer Baggett, Holly C. Corbett, Amanda Pressner Copyright © 2011 by Jennifer Baggett, Holly C. Corbett, Amanda Pressner. Excerpted by permission of Harper Paperbacks. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Prologue: The Lost Girls, Maasai Village of Oronkai, Kenya 1

1 Jen, Iguazú Falls, Argentina/Brazil (Nearly two years earlier) 7

2 Amanda, New York City (March-August) 19

3 Holly, New York City (March, three months pre-trip) 40

4 Jen, Lima Airport/Cusco, Peru (June) 57

5 Holly, Inca Trail, Peru (July) 74

6 Jen, Amazon Jungle, Peru (July) 92

7 Amanda, Lima, Peru (August) 110

8 Jen, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (August) 129

9 Holly, Salvador, Brazil (August) 140

10 Amanda, New York City (August-September) 156

11 Jen, Kiminini, Kenya (September) 174

12 Amanda, Kiminini, Kenya (September) 192

13 Holly, Kiminini, Kenya (September) 215

14 Jen, Kiminini, Kenya (October) 232

15 Holly, Northern India (October) 241

16 Jen, Southern India/Shraddha Ashram (November) 254

17 Holly, India/Shraddha Ashram (November) 273

18 Amanda, Goa, India (November) 288

19 Jen, Vientiane, Laos (December) 308

20 Amanda, Laos (December) 321

21 Holly, India/Shraddha Ashram (November) 341

22 Amanda, Thai Islands (December) 350

23 Holly, Boston, Massachusetts/Cambodia (December-January) 364

24 Jen, Sapa, Vietnam (January) 377

25 Amanda, Hanoi, Vietnam (January) 391

26 Jen, Bangkok, Thailand (February) 411

27 Holly, Bali (March) 430

28 Amanda, North Island, New Zealand (March) 446

29 Jen, South Island, New Zealand (March-April) 465

30 Amanda, Sydney, Australia (April) 482

31 Holly, Sydney, Australia (April) 500

32 Jen, Hunter Valley, Australia (May) 515

33 Holly, Australia (May) 526

Epilogue: Santa Catalina, Panama (More than two years later) 534

Acknowledgments 539

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2010

    Does anyone else feel like...

    They went on a one year vacation, and then kind of had the nerve to spin it like they did something amazing and altruistic?

    In my opinion, they can come back to earth in a few years after they've really been through something difficult - not just the mid twenties blues that everyone experiences!

    A little too self serving for my taste.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 8, 2010

    Taking travel journalism to the next level

    Each in the death-throws of her own quarter-life crises, friends and journalists Amanda Pressner, Jen Baggett and Holly Corbett toss their New York City stilettos for Amazon Jungle hiking boots and embark on a 365-day round-the-world trip that shakes the very foundations of their late 20's and that ultimately becomes the pilgrimage (of sorts) of their lives.

    In their book The Lost Girls: three friends, four continents, one unconventional detour around the world, Amanda, Holly and Jen recount the tales of their travels, and how they discover that "getting Lost" isn't something to avoid or fear-it's something to embrace.

    The Lost Girls opens with a vivid scene from an African tribe initiation where the sweaty, red-painted bodies of the Maassai swirl, dance and chant with the trio, welcoming them into their lives, and hearts. Then it flashes several months earlier to New York-Amanda is slaving away in a magazine editorial job where she works eight days a week for a Godzilla boss. Holly is deep in love with the (supposed) man of her dreams but the ache to travel again trumps any settling down urges. Jen is stuck in a relationship that's quasi limp, and though her marketing career is well on its way, she can't help but wonder what lies beyond Manhattan. The three friends come together asking the same question: is there something more to life than the career-driven, wedding-ring-hunting, cookie-cutter road paved by women previously in their late 20's?

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  • Posted August 1, 2010

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    Very Sophomoric

    Unless you want to read about the love lives of three immature women, skip this one. Not well written, not interesting...boring.
    I had hoped it would be a travel essay about the countries visited with different insight into the cultures, etc...not so. Just a bunch of drivel.
    There is way too much self absorbed writing about themselves. And what information they did impart seems to have been copied right out of travel guides. Save you time and your money.
    For well written travel books, read anything by Paul Theroux or Bill Bryson I also recommend "The Geography of Bliss" by Eric Weiner.

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  • Posted June 20, 2010

    Perfect Summer Read

    I happened upon this book while wandering through our BN one day recently as I spent an afternoon with my neice talking about what she wanted out of life as she prepares for college in the Fall. I bought the ebook and began reading it that very afternoon. In one afternoon, I had finished half of this wonderful story of three young women looking for their place in the world while travelling together over a year. I couldn't put it down! Its the perfect beach read and a must read for any young woman preparing to enter adulthood. If you have an almost college freshman girl in your life, this is the book to buy her to read over the summer. It will help her to see life's possibilities and the wonders of the world that awaits her.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 27, 2010

    Loved it!

    It was great! It made me want to drop everything and see the world. I already had a case of the travel bug, but reading this made me actually put it into action. One trip to Australia and New Zealand already planned; so many more coming!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2010

    Delightful

    I absolutely recommend this book! These girls are delightful, and I loved getting lost in their travels.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 5, 2010

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    Great Read For Anyone Who Has Ever Been "Lost"

    For anyone who has ever felt there was more to life than a cubicle... For anyone who has ever wanted to just go... This is the book for you! Jen, Holly and Amanda write with a sense of fun, sassiness and adventure that is truly infectious! From page one I was hooked and by the end of the book I was counting change in my piggy bank to see how long I would need to save to go on my own RTW trip. I really loved the way the Lost Girls integrated their reasons for wanting to be "lost" as well as reactions by family and friends and most importantly, the emotional highs and lows of travel. I appreciated that they kept their story real and didn't just write about the good times but about the challenges and struggles as well. Overall I give this a huge thumbs up and will be recommending to all my friends!

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  • Posted June 2, 2010

    ....And now I'm planning an international trip.

    I Just finished the book and LOVED IT! As 26 year old gal living in NYC, this book spoke to me. I sent the link to my 3 girlfriends (one in Chicago, one in Boston and one in San Francisco) to buy as we're planning a trip in November :) We thank you in advance for the inspiration!

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  • Posted May 26, 2010

    A great book!

    Whether you are a workaholic battling the corporate ladder, a stay at home mom working hard to take care of your kids, or even if you are content in your current life status, I truly believe this book has something for everyone. Similarly if you live in a small town or a big city if your life is consumed by computers and paperwork, boyfriends, husbands and children I think most of us could admit to having at somepoint in our lives hitting that crossroad where we question our current life status. Their story poses the ultimate questions we all have had at somepoint in our lives, keeping you hooked while following the lives of three women taking that "scary" leap and challenging themselves to step out of their comfort zones. This book most definitely goes far beyond travel, it tells an amazing story that will keep you intrigued to their next journey whether its an adventure in a new country, or the "talk" with a boyfriend, I often found myself diving in and tuning everything else out to see what happened next. Great book, very relatable on multiple levels. Well done ladies!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 17, 2010

    An Incredible Journey

    What a remarkable trip these three ladies went on! I am so inspired to take off on an adventure somewhere, I can hardly stand it. It's wonderful to hear about women changing their lives if they want to and stepping out into the unknown. But also the stories of their friendship, while traversing the world, is equally touching. Highly recommend. If you're ever dreamed of leaving the cubicle behind, read this.

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  • Posted April 26, 2010

    Amazing!

    "I LOVE IT. It's so good, it's making me want to quit my job and travel the world and meet random people and see third world countries. I'm not done yet, but I haven't been able to put it down, except to frantically pull out the American Way magazine and flip to the map in the back in order to plan my round the world ticket. I had a bit of the travel bug before I started reading, and I've had a particularly hellish couple of weeks at work (and I'm doing work in Aruba) so the book has been like throwing gasoline on the fire. Can we please quit our jobs and travel the world? I'm only half kidding."

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2010

    Long winded

    It was a interesting book, BUT it did not need to be that long. By the middle it felt like a chore to finish. Plus they did some really dumb stuff in other countrys.

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