Often I find myself experiencing or remembering a great book where talking about it means nothing compared to painting it. Yes, that’s right, I try to “paint the book”. This means trying to capture the essence of the narrative of the book, the atmosphere, the landscape. This book “The Discovery of the Unconscious” is one of those great tomes about something hard to get your head around. It’s a book that attempts to explain how psychotherapists developed a working relationship with the deeper levels of the mind. So deep that its existence had to be “discovered”. Definitely worth a read.