I was enjoying this book, but it slowly bored me to death. Newton’s work is (to put it very very mildly) really interesting and terribly significant. And there’s lots of it. But writing about it without ever writing an equation makes it tedious to read. I just got bored.

And he had an interesting life too - rags to riches fairytale stuff. But we know so little about most of it and Gleick’s made it so heavy with notes-at-the-back that I care less now than I did when I started the book.

Not enough detail in the science to make it worth reading for that; and not enough of the in depth biography style anecdote and intimate stuff to make it worth reading for that. I should have left it on the library shelf.