So you grow up as a member of the baby boom. You're well-brought up, well-educated, and your parents have great expectations. And, yet, somehow, you just don't feel you belong. Along the way, you find the right wrong boyfriends: the poet-husband, and bane of your mother's existence, the married Japanese doctor. When love at last arrives, and the realisation that it's just not in your nature to hold down a nine-to-five, stick-with-the-program corporate job, you discover that the one thing you thought would be very easy -- conception -- doesn't happen. Square peg in a round hole? Absolutely. But now it's called Waltz the Tango -- the humorous memoir of Gabrielle Bauer. It's a tale most women will not only identify with, but will also laugh along with -- occasionally with the painful pangs of self-recognition.
Gabrielle Bauer's previous book, Tokyo, My Everest, won the Japan-Canada Book Prize in 1997. Gabrielle writes frequently for Chatelaine, Canadian Living, and Reader's Digest. She has had various pieces published in The Globe and Mail. She lives in Toronto with her husband and two children.