Like 'Nobody's Girl', a heartfelt read that left me numb first and foremost, then equally heedful and informed but still mostly disgusted, I found myself again stopped, this time by a different face. Perhaps it was the color enveloping the face, a bruising purple hue, feminine yes, also hazy and sickly that most likely triggered my 'Read Me' genome.Thanatosis, the act of playing dead, an innate survival skill found in the animal kingdom, compared similarly with 'Fight or Flight', the act of mobilization when adrenaline surges, are both subconscious biological responses to protect oneself. Cowardice vs courageous? Weakness vs strength? I think not.'Girls Play Dead' is a distressing book, one that draws you into the psyche of sexually assaulted victims and the horrors befelled upon them as they react unnaturally, played dead, freezing during their attack. A tonic immobility but not disassociative; completely aware but unable to defend. The book captures the internal struggle in those after their assault, only to reveal that the violence does not end with the act but in fact echoes long after. And sheds light on the answers given to seemingly basic questions, "Why didn't you report this?", "Why didn't you report this sooner?", "How can you not remember?", "Why didn't you fight back?", "You didn't struggle, so it was consensual, right?"The author too, argues that these defense mechanisms, freezing, tonic immobility evolved to protect us against animal predators, and not necessarily human ones, but finds a disturbing crossover.Tim O'brien, 'The Things They Carried' author would say that, " War is a surrealistic experience." So is being mauled by a lion as David Livingstone, same presumed acquaintance of Stanley, would attest to. So is being raped.A loaded book, savage and feral. Disquieting, but essential.