Though it is the story of just one woman, The Monster Inside is actually the story of all women who are thrust into a daily battle with themselves at the hands of predators. It is a must read not just for anyone who is trying to navigate their own battle with the results of sexual violence, but for anyone who cares for someone who has such experiences.

Reading a story like this is not easy or even altogether pleasant.  I saw enough pain when I was in the military serving overseas.  I did not want to see more and I certainly did not want to join a crusade of any sort.  However, as we get past our reflexive distaste of the fire and fury of the “Me Too” movement, we should take some time to look into what caused all these people to get that angry.  This book is just one of the many stories of betrayal and willful ignorance that justify that level of rage.  So, while you may not be a victimizer of any sort, do you have the courage to stand up to one you know?  Can problems of this nature be solved by turning away?  I think that we men need to learn… and learn a lot.  So put down your sports page, grab a scotch, hug your daughters, and read this book.

If I tell you my secret, you will never see me the same.” In the thousands, literally thousands of people I’ve met on the planet, Eva is one of the few I have been repeatedly drawn to partially due to her ability to distill then creatively and intelligently articulate a situation. I have been often taken aback by the dichotomy between her brazen self-confidence and some crazy-weird-uncomfortable insecurity with which we play whack-a-mole.  While my middle-class upbringing was very different, I relate to her even more through her story. I was mortified. I laughed out loud. I cringed. I don’t see her the same. I couldn’t love her more. Bravo, my friend. (Bravo origin: brave, bold...)