The inner hell of women: that ceaseless ebb and flow of thoughts, impulses, emotions, and ideas that we hide -- that we learned to repress, to silence, to prevent from manifesting clearly in the world -- because we do not want to be branded as crazy, problematic, dark, or intense. The book's *main* secondary character -- if you will pardon the redundancy -- is this stifling, explosive inner world: at times ungovernable, a squatter in our own heads, with which we have learned to walk through life without letting it show too much.