A wonderful book, with one important note to make: this was actually not designed to be a book. It is a set of anecdotes, selected seemingly at random, taken off tape recordings. There’s no chronological order, no embellishment, nothing you’d usually find in a biographical book. Feynman just recounts what he feels is interesting about his life, without going too much into details. Some may not like this style; I do. It feels like chatting with the man himself over a beer, and Feynman is someone I’d be really happy to know personally if I could, with his endlessly curious, nonconformist and a bit stubborn mind of a child that he somehow managed to keep into adulthood.