Here's the problem I found with Beggars in Spain: while the ideas and philosophy and ethics are deep, everything else, from the characters and plot to the writing itself, is shallow. There is no meat to the characters at all, which is painfully evident in Leshia as we see the world through her eyes. There is nobody to really root for, and the narrative is so detached from the events that I didn't find myself caring for anything at all.

Which is a shame, because there is some really interesting philosophy in this.

Also, it's ridiculously obvious that the cover is an altered picture of Angelina Jolie.