Set in 1980's Japan, the book follows the adventures of Fat Harada, a gentle, noodle-slurping small-time enforcer, and Yuko, his purple haired, black-lipsticked, foul mouthed nemesis and unlikely dream girl, as they go up against the Yakuza. Violent, sexy, and very, very funny. If you are nostalgic for Delacorta's new wave novels of the same time period (Luna, Diva, Nana), then you will be smitten by the Sushi King's Daughter. An excerpt: Harada threw the bruised and gasping Snake on top of the jackknifed Peach Boy, gave them both an extra kick in the gut to keep them down, "For Sato, you baka-yaro " charged into the hall, leapt lightly over the prone and groaning Shin, grabbed Yuko's wrist and surged along the hall, down the stairs, through the curtain, burst into the shop, knocking the phone out of Muso's hand sending it flying through the air to strike a teetering pile of books, which toppled with a dusty sigh of relief pulling three other stacks along with it. Books sprayed across the floor. "Harada, you bastard-" Muso screamed. Plowing through the store trying to run, bow, and Yuko flying along behind him, Harada shouted back, "I'm sorry, really, Muso-san," exploded through the shop's front door sweeping aside two blue-suited salarymen and a teenager lost in his favorite S&M manga. The salarymen flew into a taxi stand, their newspapers puffing into flight. The teenager slammed into a pile of cardboard boxes with a soggy whomp His magazine drifted down and settled by his head, the bound and gagged girl on the cover eyeing him as he lay there gasping for breath.