Ghost Forest is written in a series of vignettes, with a style similar to Sandra Cisnero's The House on Mango Street. It is simple - the lack of punctuation makes it feel like reading the protagonist's thoughts, hearing as she hear stories told to them about her family's hardships, their lives before she was born.

There is an emotion so heavy, so true, behind this book. The idea of knowing someone your whole life, no matter how distant, and having one opinion of them, that when suddenly they are sick, when they are dying, you realize that maybe you had been looking at them the wrong way the whole time - and the idea that you don't notice until they are gone and you can't go back and fix it - go back and forgive them and yourself - is such a difficult emotion to bear, but not one that is exclusive to the author.

I cried a couple times while reading this, and I will read this again, just so maybe I can feel that again.