Afraid that the history of women in the 1960S was being trapped behind images of long legs in short skirts, Sheila Rowbotham set about writing her memoir of the times, but worried if she had anything unique to say. She didn't need to. Unwrapping layers of nostalgia, she captures the impatience of a teenager feeling life can only happen in far off places, so that even living in Paris through the 1961 student uprising can seem like a non-event because of its proximity. Later she struggles to conform to the rigors of non-conformity and "somersaults" through social movements trying to find one that could capture what she was feeling before it had an official "-ism" attached to it. Ultimately, she finds Women's Liberation, only to discover that some men associate this with liberating her from her clothes. What emerges is an intelligent, relevant and humorous book.