Not sure why I read this. Not particularly good or bad. Always nice to see Feynman’s wisdom but I didn’t get the impression that there was anything here which hasn’t already been written about in a much more eloquent/fun way. I guess this is the kind of book you buy at the airport when there’s nothing else to do.
This book is often described as being about Richard Feynman, but for me it’s really about Leonard Mlodinow—about self-doubt, comparison, intuition, and the long, human process of finding your own way while standing near brilliance.
As a counseling grad student, I found myself deeply empathizing with Mlodinow’s honesty: the pressure of expectations, the quiet questioning of whether you belong, and the persistence it takes to keep “trying yourself out” even when certainty feels out of reach. The reflections on the quantum world, wave–particle duality, and imaginative persistence feel less like lectures and more like metaphors for learning how to live with ambiguity.
I love Feynman’s playfulness and insistence that learning should be fun, but it’s Mlodinow’s vulnerability that stayed with me. This book feels like permission—to trust intuition, to move closer instead of running away when things feel hard, and to remember that creativity and curiosity don’t belong to a select few. Thoughtful, warm, and quietly reassuring.