When the word “book” becomes a synonym of continuous surprise and originality. If I had to search for a quick word or expression for this title, I would choose “continuous surprise and originality”. I just finished it and I keep an enduring taste of lightness and wonder. I would read it again, and again, and again, and I’m almost sure I would not get bored at all or I would never dismiss it saying: “ok, ok, that’s it, I know this, I know, I know, I got it already…”

It’s true books are peculiar creatures: they seem to be static and motionless, as their letters do not move at all in their texts or in their covers (and if this ever happens, we might discover we moved all together in one go to Hogwarts, where pictures are alive, too); nevertheless they manage to express new nourishment to whose reading them many times. In this case, everything is expanded. It’s a very subtle difference you need to test it, in order to explain it.

Why is this book a continuous surprise and originality? Because nothing you might expect from a “psychology” book matches the common definition and knowledge of this matter. Do you expect a learned lecture about the mind and its powers, its logical and analytical capacities? That’s the wrong book, put it back down, please.

Did you notice the word “pragmatic”, before psychology? This is already amazing and it became a powerful hook for my attention. To my mind, this expression is an oxymoron. Psychology often creates elaborate and tortuous analyses about the mind, its deductive power