In my very early 20s I read this work and an unrelated collection of interviews which had a very similar title. I can't find the book of interviews anymore, but I did prefer the variety and depth of multiple interviews covering the topic. Maybe I didn't want to find meaning in a death camp. Maybe the only explicit lesson I found in Frankl's writing was that lack of privacy at Auschwitz was the worst condition of all. I love solitude, but any meaning it produces seems like a sort of phantom limb.