The best non-fiction book I ever read. It's a feel good book that's funny, intelligent, empathetic, smart, and self-depricating. Feynman admits to his fears and failures, and how he managed to overcome these obsticles, sometimes through what he appears to believe is more luck than scientific intuition:
"... going through the stack of blueprints, down-up-down-up, talking very fast, explaining the very, very complicated chemical plant.
I’m completely dazed. Worse, I don’t know what the symbols on the blueprint mean!"... He managed to bluff his way into success.
When Feynman had the experience and confidence and tenure enough, he did what most schools now consider waisted time: he stopped working on problems and started playing with solutions:
"There was no importance to what I was doing, but ultimately there was. The diagrams and the whole business that I got the Nobel Prize for came from that piddling around with the wobbling plate."