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.