The Life You Want
- Published: 29 January 2026
- ISBN: 9781405979252
- Imprint: Penguin eBooks
- Format: EBook
- Pages: 160
[Reading The Life You Want] is like having a deep chat with your brainiest friend . . . The title may sound like classic January self-help, but let's be clear: Phillips is not actually going to teach you how to get the Life You Want. Rather than giving us a list of improving life hacks he sets off interesting trains of thought about what a good life might look like, and leaves us to do with them what we will . . . Writing like this opens things up, broadens life out - it is the antidote to scrolling through endless January wellbeing advice. Go on, I dare you: pick it up and take your brain for a spin
The Times
If psychoanalysis has a rock star, it’s Adam Phillips. The London-based shrink is the quiet confessor to the city’s artists and writers—and a cultural figure in his own right—best known for books with titles that sound suspiciously enjoyable for someone paid to dissect the psyche: Going Sane, On Giving Up, On Kissing, Tickling, and Being Bored. His latest, The Life You Want, offers no five-step plan to happiness. Instead, it asks the irritatingly good question: Why are you so desperate for a better life in the first place?
Hermione Lee, Interview Magazine
A sophisticated, mind-stretching argument for psychoanalysis as a way of understanding why we want a good life
Kirkus Reviews
Adam Phillips wages a playful war on the strictures of traditional talk therapy . . . Phillips has spent decades translating specialized concepts for general audiences—demystifying transference and projection, peeking under the hood of everyday occupations such as tickling and being bored, drawing on classic works of literature to illustrate the relevance of his field to ordinary experience . . . he often adopts an impish persona . . . His wordplay is sporadically self-delighted; his pose of guileless receptivity . . . The Life You Want is a sort of dream work, which synthesizes opposing elements into a poetic, if wishful, whole
New Yorker