3.5
challenging informative slow-paced

This book is not good. James Fallon is a narcissist, unsurprisingly, admits that he enjoys manipulating people, and seems to relish the fact that he's a major asshole. Also, he desperately needed an editor. There was so much unnecessary information and what could have been an interesting story of reflection and growth was turned into a diatribe on libertarianism and the joys of abandoning one's wife and young children for entire weekends just to get drunk in Vegas. No diagnosis could excuse this man's genuine lack of basic decency. Would not recommend.