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In her most accomplished and entertaining novel to date, Carole Matthews takes her London-weary heroine on a life-changing trek through the Himalayas, where she ponders the meaning of such concepts as success, love, family --and even civilization.
After her live-in boyfriend extraordinaire, Jake, dumps her for a type-A Angelina Jolie look-a-like who climbs Mt. Everest, Lyssa Allen decides maybe a little adventure of her own can win him back. Leaving hair dryer, lattes and dreams...

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In her most accomplished and entertaining novel to date, Carole Matthews takes her London-weary heroine on a life-changing trek through the Himalayas, where she ponders the meaning of such concepts as success, love, family --and even civilization.
After her live-in boyfriend extraordinaire, Jake, dumps her for a type-A Angelina Jolie look-a-like who climbs Mt. Everest, Lyssa Allen decides maybe a little adventure of her own can win him back. Leaving hair dryer, lattes and dreams of babies behind, this funny, neurotic and tougher-than-she-thought London editor sets off for Nepal, to the envy of her all-too-fertile sister.

Her month-long sojourn in the East teaches Lyssa that maybe her horizons are bigger than she knew --and the man of her dreams far different than she thought. Even her ideas about children undergo a change, and she gains a new perspective on her former obsession with having a baby. As her eyes are opened by her handsome and serene American tour guide, Lyssa wonders if she can ever return to her old life. When it's time to go home, she has the chance to find out...and faces the hardest decision of her life.

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Romantic comedy heads for new heights -- in this case, the Himalayas -- in this charmer by USA Today–bestselling author Carole Matthews. Matthews excels at weaving the mundane problems of modern life, jobs, love, and relationships into something fresh and funny, and this one is no exception. This time, the focus is on Lyssa, a 34-year-old Londoner whose hunky boyfriend has just walked out after their fourth, most grueling attempt at IVF ended in failure. Aching to get away from hormone injections, her job at My Baby magazine, and the mounting fiascos of her life, Lyssa sets out on a monthlong sabbatical in the Himalayas, to her family's surprise. The change of pace and the attentions of an American tour guide gives her a new perspective on her life and her baby obsession, but when it comes time to pick up her old life again, will it seem like the right thing to do? Ginger Curwen
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A lover's infidelity prompts a homebody toward big adventures and new priorities in Brit Matthews's entertaining romantic comedy. Lyssa Allen works at a baby magazine and is dying for a child of her own, but when successive rounds of IVF fail, her live-in boyfriend, Jake, declares he's had enough. Of course, he's also gotten himself involved with "a nubile twenty-five-year-old with legs like Lara Croft whose urge to go through the motions of procreation is very much in evidence." Poor Lyssa! What will she do? Shack up temporarily with her younger sister, Edie (aka "Rabbit"), who has a whopping six children at 29-and then jet off to Nepal for a trek through the Himalayas. After all, if Jake's new (but sort of slippery and insincere) lady can climb Everest, can't Lyssa hump a pack along a trail? And wouldn't it be nice if her guide were "a vision of manly loveliness" named Dean? Pretty soon Lyssa's contemplating big life changes, even as her old dreams look like they could finally come true. Matthews throws a few wrenches into Lyssa's voyage of self-(re)-discovery, but never leaves any doubt that happiness is around the bend. (Aug.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Lyssa Allen has one mission in life: to have a baby. But despite hormone injections in her bum and costly IVF attempts, her boyfriend Jake's sluggish sperm can't seem to get her pregnant. When Jake leaves her to shack up with a buxom coworker, broken-hearted Lyssa impulsively books a life-altering trek to the Himalayas, leaving her sad London life-and hairdryer-behind. There she finds her own Indiana Jones in the form of Dean, the trail guide, and together the two move mountains. How will Lyssa choose between old expectations and new possibilities? Though there are few subtleties and an excess of subplots, this will be a great beach read. Matthews (who recently sold film rights to her first novel, For Better, For Worse) has written chick lit with an edge, making readers squirm a bit as she places her characters in uncomfortable situations and forces them to make difficult decisions. Fans of Matthews will want to read this one. Recommended for popular fiction collections.-Anika Fajardo, Coll. of St. Catherine Lib., St. Paul, MN Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780753172759
  • Publisher: ISIS Large Print Books
  • Publication date: 11/28/2004
  • Edition description: Large Type
  • Pages: 480

Meet the Author

Carole Matthews is the internationally bestselling author of nine novels. Her unique sense of humor has won her legions of fans and acclaim all over the world. Her first novel in the U.S.A, For Better, For Worse, was a "Reading with [Kelly] Ripa" book club pick, sending it straight onto the USA Today bestseller list.

When she's not writing novels and film scripts, Carole manages to find time to trek in the Himalayas, in-line skate in Central Park, take tea in China and snooze in her garden shed. Carole lives near London, England, with her Mr. Right.

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'This isn't working, is it?'

For one mad moment I thought Jake was talking about the toaster. It had been on the blink for a while. But then so had we.

Two perfect golden-brown slices of wholemeal toast pop up with a cheerful ping and my heart sags a little.

I glance up from my own bowl of dubiously named 'luxury' muesli and try to look as if every dry, claggy, unluxurious spoonful isn't choking me.

Jake grabs his toast, wincing as it burns his fingers. He tosses it onto a plate before he returns my gaze. 'You know what I'm talking about, Lyssa.'

Yes. I do. Our fourth and most gruelling attempt at IVF has just ended in a watery red blob in the toilet bowl and misery. My misery. Our misery. I give up with my spoon. 'Of course I do.' I'm trying not to cry and I guess I should go over to comfort him, but I haven't got enough emotional energy for myself let alone any to spare. I force a rigid smile. 'But we can try again.'

Jake hasn't made any attempt to butter his toast and it must be getting cold. In a pan on the cooker, two eggs are knocking around in our only All-Clad pan, the bubbling water tossing them to and fro. My boyfriend, or whatever we're supposed to call them these days, sounds irritable. 'Not the IVF.' I mentally trawl through a list of all our other domestic appliances that might be dodgy.

'Us,' he says starkly. 'Us. We're not working.'

I nearly laugh. I was just wondering if he meant the fridge -- which frosts up far too quickly for my liking. I'm sure it never used to -- but then you really never pay that much attention to your fridge, do you? Or your partner in life, it seems. And then I realise that Jake is deadly serious. The skin round his eyes is more drawn than I've ever seen it before and his mouth is pulled down at the corners.

'It's a difficult time for us,' I say calmly when I really want to scream, You're not the one that's bleeding here, Jake! Instead, I turn to him and quietly say, 'All couples have them. We'll get through it.'

Jake comes and sits down. He takes my hand and turns it over, examining it as if he's never seen it before. 'And what if I don't want to get through it? What if I've suddenly woken up to the fact that there's more to life than getting through it?'

I open my mouth to answer with some platitude about how life can't always be a bed of roses, but he rushes on before I can speak. 'What if I don't want a baby? What if I don't want to spend any more time alone in cold cubicles with crumpled wank mags?'

My eyes widen. I thought that was the bit he liked best. Sometimes he specifically chose his own porny material to take with him. 'What if I don't want our sex life littered with charts and thermometers and injections?'

'I . . .'

'When did we last go wild and have a purely recreational shag?'

'I . . .'

'When?' he says with the triumphant note of the just in his voice.

'What are you saying? I don't mark notches on the headboard, like some old Lothario.' I do, however, mark notches on my heart after every failed coupling. Failed in the sense that it didn't produce a pink, bouncing baby at the end of it. 'I thought you enjoyed our sex life.'

'Then you are truly delusional,' Jake says.

I'm stunned. I had hoped that in the face of another disappointment, another thwarted dream, he'd take me in his arms, shush my tears -- even though that isn't politically correct these days -- and tell me that it would all be fine, we would find another wad of our hard-earned cash to blow on hormones for Jake to inject into my bum, and that next time Sammy Sperm would get it together with Esme Egg and we would no longer be the complete failures we are with our inability to succeed in the most basic of human tasks. How difficult can it be to make a baby? These days our teenagers are popping them out all the time. Britain has the highest rate of child mothers in Europe. Aren't a mobile phone and a baby at the top of the 'must have' list for every schoolgirl?

Go anywhere near Miss Sixty in any high street, on any Saturday and it's like a teen mums' convention. Okay, so I'm a little past the acne stage, but at thirty-four it does seem a bit unfair that all my eggs, like the ones in Jake's unattended saucepan, appear to be turning hard-boiled.

'I need space,' Jake says into my self-pity.

'You're not an astronaut,' I say. 'You don't need space.' Jake looks unconvinced, whereas I remain resolute. Only astronauts and Sigourney Weaver need space to function in. The rest of mankind have to operate in confined quarters -- offices, homes, relationships -- that's what it's all about. No man is an island. And no man whose sperm has been called 'sluggish' has a right to lay all this at my feet.

'I need time to myself,' he continues.

This is a man who every weekend plays some sort of sport -- football and cricket in the appropriate seasons, golf and squash when he can fit them in. This is a man who I think has plenty of time to himself, and before we used to argue about our lack of babies, we used to argue about how much time he had to himself. I wonder why all this is going round in my head, but none of it is coming out of my mouth.

Jake takes a deep breath. He puts my hand down. Right into some milk I hadn't realised I'd spilled on the kitchen table. 'I think we should have a trial separation,' he says. 'For a few days. A few weeks.'

'Have you met someone else?'

'No.' He looks at me as if I'm insane to even entertain the thought. 'This isn't about anyone else. It's about me -- and you. And your obsession.'

'Wanting a baby is not an obsession. It's a . . .' Jake waits. '. . . a preoccupation.' That sometimes borders on slightly obsessive. Very slightly. 'I just want a baby. Is that too much to ask?'

Jake stands up. Patently, it is. 'I've packed a few things. I'm going to Pip's place for a couple of days. I need to get my head round this. I need to decide what I want.'

'And what I want doesn't come into it anymore?'

Jake looks very tired of me. 'Suppose we can never have a baby, Lyssa? What then? How long would it be until you stopped hoping that one day modern science will no longer be baffled by our inability to conceive?'

'I don't know.' I shrug lightly. 'Three weeks? Four?' This fails to add levity to our desperate situation.

'I'll phone you tonight,' Jake says. 'To make sure you're all right.'

I won't be all right, I want to say. I'm not all right now. I may never be all right again. 'You can't just go.'

'I'll phone you.'

'Jake. Don't go. Not like this.' I can feel panic rising in me. Begging words are rushing up to my throat, but I won't let them out. I can't let them out. Why is he doing this? He can't be thinking straight. I'm the one who's supposed to have raging hormones and mood swings. He never behaves like this. We've been together for years. How many years? Four. That's twice my usual quota for long-term relationships. He is The One. My heart's desire. I thought I was his. We are joint owners of this rather nice terraced house in a rather desirable area of deepest, darkest St. Albans, a pleasantly leafy city on the outskirts of London. Although we haven't actually tied the knot, we've discussed marriage on several occasions. Usually after a couple of bottles of vino blanco, admittedly. We're trying to have a baby together. You don't just leave someone at eight o'clock on a Friday morning before you go to work, do you? You wait until Friday night or the weekend or Christmas or their birthday -- a catastrophic date they'll always remember. Friday morning is such an insignificant time to do something so momentous. He's nearly at the door. Anxiously, I cast a look at the bubbling pan. 'Your eggs. They're drying up.'

He looks as if he's about to say something and then changes his mind. 'They'll be too tough now.'

Like mine. 'What will I do?'

'You'll be fine,' he says, and it seems he's already managed to convince himself that I will. But I'm not sure how I'll cope at all.

My lover, my life, the father of my as-yet-unfertilised fetus, is walking, strolling, out of my life. He picks up his holdall at the front door, the one I thought contained his squash gear. He gives me a distant little smile -- one that doesn't even begin to reflect what he's doing to me. And with that he closes the door behind him.

I can't go into work. I have to go into work. I am blessed with great colleagues who will be hugely sympathetic and will call Jake all manner of obscene names including 'fuckwit'. That will make me feel heaps better. They won't mind that I'll be horribly late and will spend the entire day crying into cups of manky machine coffee.

Boiled eggs and toast strips are supposed to be comfort food, but somehow it's just not happening. I bash in the top of Jake's abandoned eggs with the back of my spoon, using rather more force than is necessary, and stare at their rubbery white skins and dried-up yolks without enthusiasm and with a stomach that's decided eating isn't on the agenda. The toast has gone all floppy and wouldn't even make a dent on them anyway -- you can draw your own metaphorical conclusions on that one.

Jake is in advertising. I don't really know what he does other than wear sharp suits and make up slogans. His latest project is to convince a sceptical general public that eggs are good for you again. Now they're no longer stuffed full of salmonella and they're a safe and wholesome foodstuff once again. So Jake says. One of the very few benefits of this is that we've been getting free eggs. But it's not the type of egg donation that's any use to me.

Work for me is as an assistant editor at Global Magazine Publishing -- a bit of a misnomer because none of our magazines ever venture out of the British Isles. This sounds very glamorous to people until I say that our main magazines are called My Baby and My Divorce. I can never decide whether these are extremely dull titles or marketing masterpieces. Certainly the circulation is steadily climbing -- well, of My Divorce anyway.

After an uneventful schooling, I thought very seriously about becoming a teacher with a view to watching my eager charges blossom under my tender tutelage in the manner of Miss Jean Brodie. But after one terrifying work-experience stint at a North London comprehensive, I decided that it was far too hideous and desperately underpaid. And that even the formidable Ms. Brodie would have cracked under the strain of trying to control a room full of shaven-headed, pierced twelve-year-olds. So, instead, I joined the world of publishing, which, several years later, I still now inhabit -- marginally less hideous, but still desperately underpaid. Plus all the shaven-headed and pierced people are over thirty.

My day consists mainly of compiling the letters page for My Baby -- which means I'm constantly knee deep in tearful epistles from cooing mothers or tirades from childless harpies, not unlike myself, who feel that the world has dealt them a lousy hand. I also commission and edit articles that are given whizzy titles by Monica, my editor, such as -- 'Make Your Fallopian Tubes Your Friends', 'The Greatest-Ever Guide to Baby Poo', 'Feeling the Strain -- All You Ever Need to Know about Constipation and Pregnancy'. There are also far too many titled 'Great Expectations!' Occasionally, when there's no one else available and my desk isn't swamped under a deluge of urgent copy, I'm allowed out with my trusty Dictaphone to interview 'C' list celebrities about their joyful, and often alternative, birth experience or their long and painful struggle with polycystic ovaries or similar.

Jake has, on one or two occasions, voiced the opinion that my current employment is doing little to quell my 'obsession' with babies. I just feel that when the time comes I'll be fully equipped -- mainly with toddler-type freebies -- and confident in my knowledge of the wonderful adventure that is pregnancy.

I do admit that every now and again I tear up or toss a letter from some whining, sleep-deprived mother who is writing in saying she's permanently tired from disturbed nights. Some women don't know how lucky they are. I'm permanently tired from disturbed nights trying to bloody conceive!

I give the eggs another whack for good luck and toss the spoon onto the table. With my loved one gone, it looks as if that's going to be a thing of the past.

Monica and Charlotte are smokers. I can see them as I stomp up the road from the Tube, scarf wound around my neck in an effort to keep warm. It's only November and the temperature is barely above freezing already, but that doesn't deter them from pursuing their chosen vice. I join them in their shivering huddle outside the front door of our offices.

'Afternoon,' Monica says. It's not even eleven o'clock yet. Sometimes I wish I smoked and then I could join the select band of lepers who come out here on the hour, every hour, to damage their lungs despite what the elements can throw at them. Sometimes I come out just for the hell of it because I'm sure they gossip about the rest of us when we aren't there. But we all know that cigarettes lower the birth weight of babies so I've resisted temptation. Next they'll be telling us that trying to conceive by having sex is bad for unborn babies and we'll all be in a dreadful mess.

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  • Posted October 7, 2011

    Good book

    I've read this book a few times and always like it. Worth the money and a very unique story line.

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  • Posted January 26, 2010

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    it was ok

    I was happy to go from the depressing "Girls in Trucks" into the light-hearted chick lit "With or Without You". I definitely needed something to get my mind set more positively and this book was more than helpful. It was great to escape to Nepal for a few days and leave stress behind!

    Lyssa was a fun character with an interesting group of people surrounding her. I enjoyed reading about their antics, and I enjoyed going along on her own journey of self-discovery. This is a good book to read when you yourself are stuck in a rut and need some motivation to dig your way out. But don't take this book too seriously; it's definitely a beach read or something to give you a break from heavier reading material.

    Once again, though, the author went back and forth on point of view. It wasn't as confusing as "Girls in Trucks" and it didn't bother me as much because it was more consistent. It was either first person (Lyssa) or third person (her ex, Jake, or her sister, Edie). I still don't know why...Lyssa wasn't around when Jake or Edie were the focus. It did move the story along and helped with the plot, but I still feel that the author should pick one point of view for the entire novel.

    It took about 100 pages for the story to really get going, too. Yes I understand that she's upset about Jake and she wants a baby and her mother's insane...can we get to Nepal, please? Once we got there, it was like a snowball rolling down a hill and I was a much happier reader. One other thing kinda bugged me but this may be more personal...she has three guys who love her? Jealous...

    It's nice once in a while to take a breather and pick up a book that doesn't take much thinking. And that, dear friends, is why I love chick lit. It's good to give your brain a break once in a while and give it a mini-vacation.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2006

    A Great read!!

    I always hated reading ever since I was a little girl, but one day I thought I should give it a shot and this was the first book I ever CHOSE to read. And I have to say, it was a great first choice. I finished it in about 2 days and I loved it. I was able to connect with the character in many ways and in the end I couldn't help but cry because it was such a great ending. Great book! every girl should read it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2005

    If you love Carole then you'll absolutely love this book!

    I read this book in a matter of a couple days and just couldn't seem to put it down. It is a great book full of all the romantic twists that you would expect to see from Carole Matthews and I have to say that it really makes me want to go trekking in Nepal. Very easy read and a great book all around!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2005

    Very Enjoyable

    This might be Carol Matthews best. The characters were believable and there were plenty of them which added great variety. It's a good story with some depth (abortion, consumerism, selfishness, and the ever-present adultuery), but Matthews doesn't get preachy or maudlin with any of them. I hated putting it down (let the family eat Wheaties tonight!) and rushed to get back to it until I was done. Really good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2005

    Very good moving on book!

    I couldn't put this book down. This is for anyone that has suffered a bad breakup and needed some help getting back on their feet. There is always someone/something better out there. This book will definately keep your interest.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2005

    Life can be simple

    Enjoyable. Easy to follow. Makes me want to get on the next plain to Nepal.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Chick lit fans will enjoy this

    Four strikes and you are out. At least that is what Dunstan and Bradley advertising specialist Jake tells his live-in girlfriend Global Magazine Publishing Assistant Editor Lyssa. Four times they tried in vitro fertilization, four times they failed. Jake cannot deal with Lyssa¿s obsession to become pregnant and leaves, but fails to inform her that he has moved in with a mountain climbing wealthy amazon beauty Neve....................... Stunned by his abrupt departure and further shocked that he is living with Lara Croft, Lyssa decides to go out and do something crazy to reclaim Jake¿s heart. Since Neve is climbing Mt. Everest, Lyssa takes a leave of absence from My Baby to do like wise. While Jake finds he misses Lyssa and detests some of Neve¿s selfish actions, his ex meets American tour guide Dean, who shows her a vast world at her beckoning starting at the top of the Himalayas if she takes a chance........................ The key to this chick lit romance is the metamorphosis of Lyssa from a brain with one icon: that of pregnancy to that of daredevil adventuress; those who can accept her sudden change of heart will appreciate this fine tale; those who can¿t need to pass. Readers will emphasize with Jake who is frustrated with Lyssa¿s obsession until they learn he already has another squeeze even before strike four. Chick lit fans will enjoy this interesting look at a young woman seeking her groove at the top of the world.................... Harriet Klausner

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