Oh boyyyyyy was this disappointing. I went into this expecting a fun science non fiction. In reality this book is a biography/memoir and it's absolutely boring. Neither was I interested in Mike Browns life story nor did I like him, and you kinda have to like the people you're reading a memoir of.... As he presented himself in this book he came off as privileged, narcissistic, intrusive and unlikeable. It may sound harsh but if I ever have to hear about the spanish astronomers or the collection of some random data again, I might scream. In general was the entire middle section so incredibly repetitive: we look forever for a planet, one night we saw a possible light, now we did math, we named it, it's actually smaller than Pluto, what a bummer, we look at the sky again. Additionally this didn't do a good job of explaining the field of expertise and, for being so much memoir, how the author was able to do any of his projects. Like where was he getting the money to chart the sky for 2 years?