My friend glared at me when I told her Kate Wisel’s collection of stories was about violence against women. Other women don’t often like to hear those two words together — violence and women. Especially on a Friday night. I had promised my friend a cozy outing to our favorite coffee shop, a charming end to a not-so-charming first full week of classes. She hadn’t expected the reading to be so morbid. Nevertheless, we sat ourselves down towards the back of the less-than-full audience of bookworms on that bitter winter night.