Years ago I read the book. I liked it. I was in therapy at the time and wanted to figure out why I was put on this earth. I'm still not sure some days! Like someone else replied above, sometimes I feel guilty for having such a "normal" life, and that depression isn't such a big deal, compared to how bad other really good people (had) have it. When I'm not so depressed which is often now, I get it, this is my lie to do with the best I can. When I'm depressed who cares?

I guess my point is: Don't be afraid to read it. It happened, it was someone else's reality, the man survived and his spirit survived through horrible conditions. I do look back at some of the sad books I'ved read and feel blessed that I have read something worthwhile. I try to draw an how others have coped. I don't try to copy their lives and every thought. Little bits of them become something to grow me. If you haven't read it yet, I say go for it. If you did read it what'd you think?