“Chasing Brooklyn,” by Lisa Schroeder is one of the most interesting novels I’ve ever read.  Told completely by free-verse poems, the author bounces between the point of view of Brooklyn and Nico, two teenagers dealing with the loss of the same loved one.  To her, he was her boyfriend.  To him, the dead brother he’ll never be as good as.  The isolated suffering each feels converges when Nico receives a prompting from beyond the grave to seek out Brooklyn.  “Help her,” it cries.  A help she desperately needs.  She’s also haunted by a ghost.  A relentless one chasing her every time she’s closes her eyes.  I love a good ghost story, and this one had me biting my nails several times.