From Little Tokyo with Love

<b>One of <i>People </i>magazine's Best Books of Summer!<br><br>Evocatively written and beautiful in its rage <i>From Little Tokyo with Love</i> is one to treasure. —Helen Hoang <i>USA Today</i> bestselling author of <i>The Kiss Quotient</i><br><br>Celebrated author Sarah Kuhn reinvents the modern fairy tale in this intensely personal yet hilarious novel of a girl whose search for a storybook ending takes her to unexpected places in both her beloved LA neighborhood and her own guarded heart.</b><br><br>At first glance Rika's life might seem like the beginning of a familiar fairy tale—after all she's an orphan with two bossy cousins a demanding job in the family business and an ever-present feeling that she doesn't quite belong. But as a biracial girl with formidable judo skills and a firey temper Rika knows she is the least princess-like person in all of LA.<br>So when a series of tantalizing clues spread out over her Little Tokyo neighborhood seem to point her to her mother being alive Rika has to take a leap of faith (accompanied by cute actor Hank Chen) that a girl like her might deserve happiness too. But as their madcap quest brings her closer to the truth—and closer to Hank—her doubts and insecurities threaten to destroy everything. In the sudden fairy tale that's taken over her life Rika must decide if she's destined for tragedy . . . or brave enough to write her own happy ending. Evocatively written and beautiful in its rage <i>From Little Tokyo With Love</i> is one to treasure. To mixed race readers especially this one's for you. Few heroines have spoken to me like Rika Rakuyama.  <br>—Helen Hoang <i>USA Today </i>bestselling author of <i>The Kiss Quotient</i> <br>  <br>A heartfelt modern-day fairy tale that delivers a sweet romance alongside a thoughtful exploration of identity. <i>From Little Tokyo With Love </i>takes you on an adventure through Los Angeles–full of family secrets and hidden histories—and its indelible characters will stick with you long after you’ve reached the happily ever after. <br>—Maurene Goo author of <i>Somewhere Only We Know</i><br><br>This book completely swept me away. Brimming with rich culture and a city that demands to be seen in all its colors and complexities Sarah Kuhn’s latest novel is a beautiful love letter to biracial kids that’s full of longing hope and so much heart.”<br>—Akemi Dawn Bowman author of William C. Morris Award Finalist <i>Starfish</i> and The Infinity Courts series  <br>  <br>I so wish this book had been around for the angry reluctantly romantic hafu teen I was but luckily it's here for the angry reluctantly romantic hafu woman I became. A charming and swoony story for anyone who feels like they don't belong. <br>—Maggie Tokuda-Hall author of <i>The Mermaid The Witch and The Sea</i> <br><br>Readers will cheer for tough-but-tender Rika as she navigates the city of Los Angeles—and her own complicated emotions—in search of love family and belonging in this heartwarming pick-me-up of a novel.<br>—Misa Sugiura award-winning author of <i>It's Not Like It's a Secret</i><br><br>Written like a modern fairy tale this is a thoughtful exploration of finding one’s full identity and sense of place and community...A beautiful and entertaining blend of family romance and self-discovery.<br>—<i>Kirkus Reviews</i><br><br>Kuhn has created a protagonist who doesn’t fit the mold of a typical 'princess.' Instead she is spirited fearless real and fights tirelessly for what her heart desires. The enthralling dialogue will keep readers engaged as they put together the pieces of the puzzle.<br>—<i>School Library Journal</i><br><i><br> </i> Sarah Kuhn is the author of the popular Heroine Complex novels—a series starring Asian American superheroines. The first book is a <i>Locus </i>bestseller an RT Reviewers' Choice Award nominee and one of the Barnes &amp; Noble Sci-Fi &amp; Fantasy Blog's Best Books of 2016. Her YA debut the Japan-set romantic comedy <i>I Love You So Mochi</i> is a Junior Library Guild selection and a nominee for YALSA's Best Fiction for Young Adults. She has also penned a variety of short fiction and comics including the critically acclaimed graphic novel <i>Shadow of the Batgirl</i> for DC Comics and the Star Wars audiobook original <i>Doctor Aphra</i>. Additionally she was a finalist for both the CAPE (Coalition of Asian Pacifics in Entertainment) New Writers Award and the Astounding Award for Best New Writer. A third-generation Japanese American she lives in Los Angeles with her husband and an overflowing closet of vintage treasures. <i>   Once upon a time a beautiful princess lived in the magical kingdom of Los Angeles. Always alone she belonged to no one—and no one belonged to her. She dreamed of one day finding someone who shared her passions a handsome prince obsessed with monstrous mythical creatures and exploring all the weirdest corners of her kingdom.</i><br><i>   Or alternately she dreamed of kicking ass and winning the regional judo championship which came with a really awesome trophy.</i><br><i>   Neither of these things happened so she revealed herself to be a nure-onna (an actual monstrous mythical creature) transformed into a snake and ate everyone’s faces off.</i><br><i>   The end.</i><br> <b><br> Chapter One</b><br><br> Never argue with the Nikkei Week Queen of Little Tokyo.<br>    Auntie Suzy gifted me with this advice when I was six and I probably should’ve taken it to heart. But “never” sounds like a long time when you’re six and I must have known deep down that there would be so many things I’d want to argue about.<br>    “Ugh Rika-chan why won’t you just stop fighting with me!” My sister Belle—the current Nikkei Week Queen of Little Tokyo—gives me an impressively regal glower. “You have the worst temper in the whole entire world.”<br>    “False” I say even though it’s kind of true. “I’m actually suppressing my kaiju-temper extra hard because I’m trying not to fight with you. Even though you’re the one who’s blocking my bedroom door and waving random bits of fabric in my face.”<br>    “It’s a scarf!” she retorts flapping the floaty bit of cloth she’s been trying to tie around my neck for the last five minutes. “And you need it.”<br>    “I do not need a scarf” I retort batting her hands away. “We live in LA—no one ever needs a scarf.”<br>    “It’s decorative” she insists her face screwing into that look that means I’m being a total pain the ass.<br>    I would argue—see again with the arguing—that she’s the one being the pain in the ass since she’s keeping me from what I actually need to do. I have to get over to the dojo where my fellow judoka are preparing for our big martial arts demonstration today. We always put on a show at the parade that kicks off Nikkei Week the annual festival in Los Angeles’s downtown neighborhood of Little Tokyo celebrating all things Japanese and Japanese American.<br>    I’m really trying not to deploy my temper—Auntie Och calls it “Rika-chan’s kaiju” or giant monster after all the Japanese creature movies she watches on “the YouTube” holding her phone screen way too close to her face. I’d swear her tone sounds almost . . . admiring? But the truth is my temper always gets me in trouble. It’s somehow even more monstrous than Godzilla or Mothra or any of the titans rampaging across Auntie Och’s screen destroying entire miniature cities. It’s one of the snarling beasts in the Japanese folklore stories I’ve been obsessed with since I was a kid clawing through my blood and rattling against my rib cage dying to escape and gobble up those who insist on provoking it.<br>    Like the guy who thought it would be funny to “pretend choke” me after I tapped out during a sparring session in judo. I was only eight so I bit him—and almost got kicked out of the dojo over it. Or the anime-obsessed white girls who frequent my Aunties’ katsu restaurant and order me to speak to them in “an authentic Japanese accent.” I once dumped a full can of Coke on Queen Becky the Ultimate White Girl Who Just Like Loves Asian Culture and it felt <i>so good</i>—until that particular Becky’s mother started an online petition to shut down the restaurant and Auntie Suzy wearily explained to me the need for our family to appear “respectable.” (That one . . . did not happen when I was eight by the way. That was last week.)<br>    I don’t want to be in trouble all the time so I try to keep my kaiju-temper leashed.<br>    But my kaiju-temper doesn’t care about what I want.<br>