Th first half of this book is about the authors experience leading up to her & her family's imprisonment in Auschwitz & up to liberation. It is the most emotionally rich story-telling of a death camp experience I have ever read. It's amazingly dramatic. I don't think I've ever cried as much from a book as this one.
The second half is about her experience after the war including meeting & befriending Viktor Frankl & her experience as a therapist. I enjoyed this but not nearly as much as the first half. I think Viktor Frankl does a better job as sharing his wisdom whereas Edith Eger does a much better job at sharing the texture of her experience.
I'm convinced there is good bones inside of Theory U but I also think the author has done a poor job at explaining those bones. The poor choice of words to describe the key facets of the architecture as well as coming across as a little new agey. All in all I found it difficult to extract much value from this book.
Take some great ideas and wrap them in so much fantasy and hyperbole that you can't tell what is good and what is crap. And that's not the worst part. The biggest flaw of this book is the author's underlying theory-of-change which suggests that mere exposure to an idea is sufficient to transform someone.
The value & one's corresponding rating of a book is a measure of how its adds to the quality of your life, either whilst just reading it as entertainment, or why I generally prefer non-fiction, it has the potential to add to the quality of your life beyond the book itself (yeah fiction can do this but not nearly as often).
Philosophy should have one of the greatest potentials for this life-enhancing capability. But not this book. It is in a word ... tedious. And I daresay the ideas themselves are somewhat tenuous given that he choses an arbitrary starting point - “being” (which he calls “dasein”), & makes as much meaning as he can from this distinction whilst simultaneously is blind to those distinctions he chooses to take at face value (like “knowledge”). This is imo a poor way of building a philosophy. Any philosophy should start with metaphysics to build a proper & logical and systematic foundation (see J G Bennett for best example of this). I do resonate with some of his distinctions (which is why I read the book in the first place) like care or concern as the essence of being. I find his thinking on time similarly lacking in solid foundations. The book is also soulless. Just the worst of the caricatured Germanic seriousness. Maybe there are better writers out there who speak to Heidegger's insights.