WORST. SCIENCE BOOK. EVER.

Highly poetic, but aggravatingly dumbed down!
This book seems targeted towards scientifically illiterate adults.
The well-informed reader will be weeping tears of boredom by the middle of the introduction, and cringing every few sentences at poor analogies, unforgivable rhymes, etc.

List of complaints:
- Bad jokes, lame rhymes. I get that you're a fun person, stop trying so hard to convince me with kitschy prose!
- Defending the pseudoscience of acupuncture.
- Messing up the Heisenberg joke. It should be told: "No, I don't know how fast I was going, but I know where I was" (past tense!)
- Angier contradicts herself by complaining when science is reduced to a collection of facts, then writes a book that is 90% random-fact anecdotes. I know she's trying to use these concrete details to argue her thesis, but the irony is prevalent.