I picked up 'Seeing Ghosts' on a whim, and wow, it completely blindsided me. The way Kat Chow weaves her family's history with grief and identity is so raw and intimate—it feels like flipping through someone’s most private photo album. I’ve read my fair share of memoirs, but this one lingers. The intergenerational trauma, the cultural nuances of being Chinese American, and the quiet moments of humor amid sorrow? Chef’s kiss.
What really got me was how Chow doesn’t just recount events; she reconstructs them, almost like she’s chasing echoes. The chapter about her father’s ghost sightings had me staring at the ceiling at 3 AM. It’s not a spooky book, though—it’s a love letter to memory itself. If you’ve ever lost someone or felt the weight of family legacy, this’ll wreck you (in the best way).