I've never read a book that left me so... depressed? Tired? Exhausted of the total weight of the human condition? Sad? It is hard to explain, but after I finished this book, all I could do was stare at the ceiling and try to comprehend and work through all the pain, suffering, and misfortune in this book, and try to decide if the love, compassion, care, and luck actually balanced it all out. Is it that a small bit of good can outweigh much more bad? Or is it that we should let it outweigh the bad, as there is much more bad than good in this world, and if we focus too much on the bad, we won't be able to stand life? I fell asleep pondering these thoughts and had dreams of misfigured beggars slowly losing everything they had. This book will stay with me, and may even change how I look at things in life. While I'd recommend this book to anybody and everybody, it is emotionally heavy, and I'd warn those same people to be prepared with a lighthearted book lined up after to ease the burden.