Currently reading.
The Edge of Space-Time: Particles, Poetry and the Cosmic Dream Boogie picks up the thread from The Disordered Cosmos and pushes it further out, toward the frontier where particle physics, cosmology, and the open questions about dark matter all blur together. Prescod-Weinstein is a theoretical physicist, and she writes like one who refuses to separate the science from the people doing it: who gets to be in the room, whose questions get asked, whose intuitions get called rigorous.
I'm reading it alongside The Alchemist, which is turning out to be a funny pairing: one book chasing a Personal Legend across the desert, the other chasing the universe at the edge of what physics can see. Notes to follow.