While reading this book, I began to think about the concentration camps, and the experiences the inmates had in a new way; like a psychologist. Frequently throughout my schooling process, I have had the opportunity to read a variety of books related to the Holocaust and the events those interned in the concentration camps experienced, from The Diary of Anne Frank to the acclaimed novel Night. So, going into this reading assignment, I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I had learned everything there was to learn about the concentration camps and the experiences that were beheld within their barbed fences. However, as I mentioned previously, this book gave me a new perspective about life in the camps. I found that Frankl did not focus so much on the suffering and humiliation that the inmates lived through on a daily basis, as the other works I have read did. Instead, he focused more on the smaller instances. I loved his approach on the wry and sometimes off-putting humor that could be found between the inmates. Of all his quirky one-liners that I would love to type up and hold onto forever, I especially liked how he said that humor is one, of the souls weapons in the fight for self-preservation (43). And, that It is well know that humor can afford an aloofness and an ability to rise above any situation, even if only for a few seconds (43). I personally connected to this little piece of wisdom, not necessarily in the present day, but more so in the past. When I was young, only about the age of nine years old, my younger brother died from an unexplained heart failure. For a long time, I was the one who, as the oldest child, that had to hold my family together. In later years, when talking about my brothers death, I would choke through it and not even be able to get through five minutes of my tale. However, as the years went on, I was able to somehow crack a joke about it. I feel like I, similar to the inmates Frankl encountered a