Defensiveness Books
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avg rating 3.86 — 3,310 ratings — published 2000

by (shelved 1 time as defensiveness)
avg rating 3.83 — 53,398 ratings — published 1996

by (shelved 1 time as defensiveness)
avg rating 4.08 — 614 ratings — published 2002

by (shelved 1 time as defensiveness)
avg rating 4.16 — 170,929 ratings — published 2018

by (shelved 1 time as defensiveness)
avg rating 3.98 — 595 ratings — published 1999

by (shelved 1 time as defensiveness)
avg rating 3.90 — 855 ratings — published 2002

“The detection of a person as safe or dangerous triggers neurobiologically determined pro-social or defensive behaviors.
Even though we may not always be aware of danger on a cognitive level, on a neurophysiological level, our body has already started a sequence of neural processes that would facilitate adaptive defense behaviors such as fight, flight or freeze. ”
― The Polyvagal Theory: Neurophysiological Foundations of Emotions, Attachment, Communication, and Self-Regulation
Even though we may not always be aware of danger on a cognitive level, on a neurophysiological level, our body has already started a sequence of neural processes that would facilitate adaptive defense behaviors such as fight, flight or freeze. ”
― The Polyvagal Theory: Neurophysiological Foundations of Emotions, Attachment, Communication, and Self-Regulation

“You were working for Army Artillery."
"These were our own aircraft, coming from Ault. Why would I report them?"
"What did they look like?"
It was Woods who asked that question. I looked directly into those flat, gray eyes. "Mr. Woods." My pretense of a fragile feminine voice evaporated as I spoke with confidence and a touch of temper. "It was a world war. We still have enemies. If I had seen experimental American planes, I certainly wouldn't describe them to two perfect strangers who showed up at my door and asked me a lot of odd questions."
Woods blinked but gave no other sign that he had taken in my insult. Harrison cleared his throat and fiddled with his notebook, but he didn't seem to know what to say next.”
― The Witch's Kind
"These were our own aircraft, coming from Ault. Why would I report them?"
"What did they look like?"
It was Woods who asked that question. I looked directly into those flat, gray eyes. "Mr. Woods." My pretense of a fragile feminine voice evaporated as I spoke with confidence and a touch of temper. "It was a world war. We still have enemies. If I had seen experimental American planes, I certainly wouldn't describe them to two perfect strangers who showed up at my door and asked me a lot of odd questions."
Woods blinked but gave no other sign that he had taken in my insult. Harrison cleared his throat and fiddled with his notebook, but he didn't seem to know what to say next.”
― The Witch's Kind