Man's Search for Meaning

While this is definitely a good book, reading it reminded me of the time I read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I can see that it is well-written, that it has valuable ideas in it, and that it wants the world to be a better place. It even moves itself in my favor by not trying to sell the idea that the world isn't so bad. If ever there was a concept where the very name drew me in, it would be Frankl's idea of “tragic optimism.” My only issue is that at no point could this book ever connect with me. I don't know why, and I don't know why The Alchemist gave me the same problem. I can tell it's good, and yet I don't care and don't feel any desire to ever read it again. It's almost upsetting because the explanation of logotherapy at the end of the book is fascinating, and the account of Frankl's experiences in the camps is harrowing. I want to be moved by this book. I want to love it more than I do. I just don't, and I'm not sure why.