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Ride the rollercoaster of Shiloh Jacobs’s life as her dreams derail, sending her on a downward spiral from the heights of an AP job in Tokyo to penniless in rural Virginia. Trapped in a world so foreign to her sensibilities and surrounded by a quirky group of friends, will she break through her hardened prejudices before she loses those who want to help her? Can she find the key to what changed her estranged mother’s life so powerfully before her death that she became a different woman—and can it help Shiloh...

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Overview

Ride the rollercoaster of Shiloh Jacobs’s life as her dreams derail, sending her on a downward spiral from the heights of an AP job in Tokyo to penniless in rural Virginia. Trapped in a world so foreign to her sensibilities and surrounded by a quirky group of friends, will she break through her hardened prejudices before she loses those who want to help her? Can she find the key to what changed her estranged mother’s life so powerfully before her death that she became a different woman—and can it help Shiloh too?

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

Southern Fried Sushi is fun and heart-wrenching, deep and up-lifting. That is no mean feat. Jennifer Rogers Spinola has written a winner!
 ~Arlene James, author
Fresh Fiction - Viki Ferrell

This is an inspirational story that will surely touch your heart. It is a tale of someone searching for their own destiny and finding it right at their fingertips. Don't miss this special treat! 
Inside the Wong Mind - Kimberly Wong

I thoroughly enjoyed this beautiful story of a young woman's search for God. I loved how God's story of redemption was seamlessly woven into the plot and how Shiloh learns to accept the kindness and forgiveness of people she makes fun of. Her search for her Savior is so real and heartfelt -- I cried as she cried out to God for answers and healing. My favorite part of this book was that the romance is between Shiloh and God. This story is her journey as she searches for the God that her mother found and the God who changed her mother's life so dramatically. I would definitely recommend this read to anyone who enjoys a story about a girl searching for God in an unlikely place.
Five Star Books and More - Susan Choy

Southern Fried Sushi by Jennifer Rogers Spinola was thoroughly entertaining, hilarious, deep and insightful! I loved Shiloh P. Jacobs and I’m still wondering what the “P” stands for…hmmmm maybe we’ll find out in the next book.  I also loved the mix of Japanese culture and Southern culture (especially the dialogue!).  Spinola has perfectly captured the feelings, thoughts and emotions of a person exposed to a radically different environment and culture.  And Shiloh’s feelings and issues with her mother are very convincing.  Kudos to Spinola for creating characters that seem 3D in this story!!!

Live, Love, and the Pursuit of Publication - Raenice Weakly

If you're into light-hearted books with a tiny splash of romance, Southern Fried Sushi is perfect. I am now reading the second book, Like Sweet Potato Pie (again with the cool titles), and I'm loving it so far. I'll definitely be on the lookout for book #3, Til Grits Do Us Part.
Radiant Lit - Pebbles Jacobo

Spinola is an excellent author and knows just the right elements to add, when to add them, and how to keep a story exciting and moving forward. The characters are all well developed and you get a real sense of the role they play in Shiloh’s life.
Book Bag Lady

I totally fell in love with the characters in this story.  The Southern charm, good wit, humour, kindness and deep belief in God make these people your next best friend!  Shiloh’s landing in Staunton, Virginia was the best thing that could ever have happened to her.  Not only does she gain a wild, unusual group of friends, but she discovers something about herself, her family and God along the way.  The writing was flawless, the characters well-developed and you’ll find yourself lost in the world of Shiloh and her new friends.  You’ll be doing yourself a great injustice if you miss this one! 

— Louise Jolly

Good Family Reads

This is a great Christian fiction (romance) book. I know...that''s a lame take..so let me further elaborate! The settings, both in Japan and in Virginia were so realistic (found out later that she lived in Japan and the deep south) that I would love to visit both places. I especially love books that can let me escape to another world and her descriptive prose definitely did it with this book. The plot...while a little crazy at first...I mean who has all those things happen at one time.. works for the rest of the story. The writing was like a fine hot pepper... slow to simmer but hot to the point and kept the heat on during the whole book.The characters each had their own believable flaws that kept me reading. The romance isn''t the heart of the story..it''s a fiction but the romance adds a great touch. Very highly recommend!!!!

— Jacque Stengel

Fresh Fiction

This is an inspirational story that will surely touch your heart. It is a tale of someone searching for their own destiny and finding it right at their fingertips. Don't miss this special treat!

 
— Viki Ferrell

Inside the Wong Mind

I thoroughly enjoyed this beautiful story of a young woman's search for God. I loved how God's story of redemption was seamlessly woven into the plot and how Shiloh learns to accept the kindness and forgiveness of people she makes fun of. Her search for her Savior is so real and heartfelt -- I cried as she cried out to God for answers and healing. My favorite part of this book was that the romance is between Shiloh and God. This story is her journey as she searches for the God that her mother found and the God who changed her mother's life so dramatically. I would definitely recommend this read to anyone who enjoys a story about a girl searching for God in an unlikely place.

— Kimberly Wong

The Readers Roundtable Inspirational Moments

Southern Fried Sushi is a beautifully written novel with a vibran
— Kathy Branfield

Five Star Books and More

Southern Fried Sushi by Jennifer Rogers Spinola was thoroughly entertaining, hilarious, deep and insightful! I loved Shiloh P. Jacobs and I’m still wondering what the “P” stands for…hmmmm maybe we’ll find out in the next book.  I also loved the mix of Japanese culture and Southern culture (especially the dialogue!).  Spinola has perfectly captured the feelings, thoughts and emotions of a person exposed to a radically different environment and culture.  And Shiloh’s feelings and issues with her mother are very convincing.  Kudos to Spinola for creating characters that seem 3D in this story!!!

— Susan Choy

Radiant Lit

Spinola is an excellent author and knows just the right elements to add, when to add them, and how to keep a story exciting and moving forward. The characters are all well developed and you get a real sense of the role they play in Shiloh’s life.

— Pebbles Jacobo

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781616263645
  • Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 10/1/2011
  • Series: Southern Fried Sushi
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 1,303,082
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Jennifer Rogers Spinola, a Virginia/South Carolina native and graduate of Gardner-Webb University in North Carolina, just moved to the States with her Brazilian husband, Athos, and two sons. Jennifer lived in Brazil for nearly eight years after meeting her husband in Sapporo, Japan, where she worked as a missionary. During college, she served as a National Park Service volunteer at Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks. In between homeschooling high-energy sons, Jennifer loves things like adoption, gardening, snow, hiking, and camping.

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Southern Fried Sushi


By Jennifer Rogers Spinola

Barbour Publishing, Inc.

Copyright © 2011 Jennifer Rogers Spinola
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61626-364-5


CHAPTER 1

Uh-oh." Kyoko peeked over the cubicle at me with suspicious black-lined eyes. "They got your work address."

I stared at the envelope Yoshie-san dropped on my desk. Citibank Corp, it read. Not good.

"Mou ichimai," said Yoshie-san slowly, sifting through the mail stack. "One more. For Shiloh Jacobs." At least he meant to say "Shiloh." His thick Japanese accent rendered it so incomprehensible, it might have been "Spaghetti."

"Busted," whispered Kyoko insolently.

I waved her away with a scowl. "Mind your own business."

"Sumimasen. Mou nimai. Sorry. Two more." Yoshie-san's ink-stained fingers stopped on two more envelopes. "American Express. Daimaru."

I snatched them out of his hand and shoved them under my notebook. "You don't have to read my mail out loud!"

"You have a Daimaru card?" Kyoko stared. "From that big department store?"

I ignored her. "I'm busy. My big story on the Diet's due."

"I want a Daimaru card. How'd you get it?"

"Go to Daimaru and find out yourself."

"You know, it's pretty much impossible for foreigners to get credit cards here. What'd you do?"

I launched a paper ball over the cubicle wall and socked her squarely on her sleek bob, tinted with that mod dark purple-red tone we saw everywhere. In fact, I don't remember seeing anyone in Japan with black hair except Yoshie-san, the office helper. I saw chestnut and auburn and bleached blond in abundance, but no black. I should make a list.

Black hair? Yoshie-san. Mod purple-red? Kyoko. My next-door neighbor, Fujino-san. I added some more ticks. I should do a study on this for my master's. "Modern Japanese and Hair Color: A Study in Transitions."

"Ouch. What's your problem?" Kyoko rubbed her head. She spoke with perfect coastal English that betrayed her California roots. If I didn't look up, I'd think I sat across from a surfer.

The cursor blinked on my screen, and I typed a few more lines about the Japanese legislature, otherwise known as the Diet. When previous Prime Minister Koizumi's son starred in an ad for diet soda, I'd begged to write the article. The puns were too tempting. But thankfully somebody axed the idea before it ever made it to editor Dave Driscoll.

Somehow I'd become the reporter Associated Press tapped for political stories. Kyoko dabbled in legal articles.

"Wanna go to lunch?" Kyoko could change subjects in the blink of an eye.

"Meeting Carlos. In Shibuya." The corners of my mouth turned up.

Tap, tap, tap from Kyoko's side. "Wanna join us? He's bringing along his new roommate. Wants me to check her out and make sure she's ... you know. Normal. Not psycho or anything."

"Her?" The tapping stopped. "You're kidding, right?"

"I said the same thing. But he told me not to worry. Just business, and he's not attracted to her and whatnot."

"They all say that."

"He's engaged. To me." I waved my ring at her.

"Doesn't mean a thing."

I glared at her again. "I trust Carlos. He's never lied to me."

No response. Just those black, overplucked eyebrows. She thinks I'm a moron.

"Do you want to come or not?"

"I'd better. Moral support. 'Cause believe me, you're gonna need it."

"Whatever."

"Five more minutes. Gotta get this to editing ASAP."

I added a few more lines, saved, and turned off the screen. The end of this month made two years working for the Associated Press bureau in Tokyo as a news reporter—a heady jump from college papers and my aspirations of the New York Times for as long as I could remember.

Not that I hadn't worked for it though. I'd grown up in Brooklyn, read every page of the paper since age eight, and studied my tail off at Cornell—double majoring in Japanese and journalism. Studied a year abroad at Kyoto University, number two in the country, and homestayed in Nara. Interned at the Rochester Democrat and New York Post and worked six months at my beloved Times. And suddenly I found myself in Shiodome, Tokyo, in a brand-new office, halfway through my online master's program in journalism and ethics. With awards lining up behind my name.

Kyoko slung her black skull-printed purse over her shoulder and played with the mouse while I gathered my purse and keys.

The corners of the envelopes stared at me accusingly, and I quietly slid my notebook back.

Shiloh P. Jacobs, they read in stern, accusing fonts. No mistake. Not only was there no possibility of another Shiloh Jacobs in the entire country, but the amazing Japanese postal system once delivered my friend's letter from New York when the address smudged. They read the names in the letter, guessed the recipient from the context, and forwarded the letter—to my correct apartment no less. Back in Brooklyn I still got mail for Mr. Pham, who'd moved back to Vietnam in 1987.

I was still staring at the envelopes when Kyoko scared me by appearing over my shoulder.

"Uh-huh. As I suspected."

I slapped my notebook down over the envelopes and pushed her with both arms. "Out! Now!"

"How much did your last trip cost?" We walked through rows of cubicles with reporters typing furiously and piles of paper, sprawling books, and boxes stacked everywhere. Reporters never close books or throw paper away; they just stow them somewhere for future use.

"Which trip?"

Kyoko stared at me. "What do you mean, 'which trip?' To Brazil of course." She pretended to smack me in the forehead. "That must've cost a fortune!"

We closed the glass office door and pushed the elevator button. "I couldn't miss Carnaval, Kyoko. The biggest Mardi Gras in the world. It was the trip of a lifetime."

I closed my eyes and remembered the wild samba, the crowds, the late-night euphoria and thick salt air of the beach. Lights reflected over the dark water, mirroring the two famous bulges of Pão de Açúcar mountains. I'd flown back to Japan with confetti in my hair.

"Well, you'll pay on it for a lifetime." Kyoko folded her arms grumpily.

A Japanese woman with fake blue contacts got on, and I quietly made a tick mark in my reporter's pad under Sandy Blond.

"What's that?" Kyoko demanded.

I put a finger to my lips and put the pad back in my jacket pocket. The elevator dinged, and the woman got out.

"Research. I'm doing a study on hair color in Japan for my master's."

"Aren't you studying ethics?"

"Sure. The impact of Western imperialism and globalization on traditional cultural attitudes. What do you think?"

Kyoko raised her eyebrows. "You're just weird. Period."

I smirked. The elevator was empty, so I turned to the mirror and brushed lint off my new navy-blue jacket. A lightweight silky weave from Comme des Garçons—a super-spendy splurge after a particularly heated argument with Carlos. But I have to admit, it did suit my straight, dark brown hair and hazelish-greenish eyes with their distinctive flecks. All the summer pastels seemed to wash me out, but this did the trick. And my Louis Vuitton silk scarf pulled everything together. Just one Louis Vuitton. I promised myself.

In my teenage years I'd dressed like a bum: torn-up jeans, T-shirts. But this was AP and Tokyo, and the combination reshaped me in ways I'd never imagined. It also reshaped my wallet.

The doors opened with an automated announcement from a high-pitched woman's voice, and we stepped out into the brilliant late-June sun. And heat.

I took off my scarf immediately and folded it in my purse. And my jacket. Draped it over my arm.

Kyoko wiped her brow. "This is awful! I feel like I'm in New Mexico. Ro-chan ..." She moaned. "Are you really going all the way to Shibuya? Again? It's like the third time this week!"

I grinned at the nickname she'd given me: "Ro-chan." Chan is an honorific, so she called me, in effect, "Little Honorable Ro." Kyoko would never admit in English that I had any honor, but in Japanese it just sort of happened.

Ro? That's another story. Not only did I have to repeat my unusual name—Shiloh—over and over to Tokyo-ites in various red shades of embarrassment, but it's utterly impossible to pronounce in Japanese. And not just for Yoshie-san.

Just trying to sound out the warped vowels and syllables to fit in the Japanese phonetic alphabet was sheer torture. It ended up something like "Shaee-row," since there exists no "shy" sound or L in any form in the Japanese alphabet, and gave us all a headache.

My mom had single-handedly given me a name where each and every syllable got butchered in Japanese. She'd accomplished a pretty good feat; I'd never seen another name like it. I hoped she enjoyed her little prank.

"Carlos wants me to," I pleaded. The oppressive heat rushed at us in all directions, making it hard to breathe. "He's really busy."

"And you're not?"

"Not as busy as he is, I guess." My red face dripped sweat, and my clothes stuck to me.

"Thank goodness!" Kyoko grabbed a mini pack of tissues from a noisy gaggle of spiked-and dyed-haired young people on the sidewalk. Companies and stores gave tissues away by the pack as advertising, boasting bright pictures on the clear plastic. She tossed me one, and I mopped my forehead.

"Good thing, too. My collection at home is getting sparse. With freebies like these, I never have to buy tissues anymore." I turned over the package and read the kanji characters. "Kinoko Records. Checked it out yet?"

"Yeah. It's all right. I found some good Ramones stuff there once. And a bunch of Japanese punk albums. More punk than post-punk, but darker than New Wave."

I never knew what Kyoko was talking about when she started in on her music, which included a heavy dose of retro '80s stuff, so I pulled out my reporter's pad. "Did you catch the hair colors back there? At least one neon blue."

"You're wasting your time."

Maybe. But I knew Kyoko's secret from the distant gleam in her eyes. She adored "Akiba"—Akihabara, Tokyo's geeky electronics district. That's where all of her extra cash disappeared. Video games, cool stuff for her computer, anime comic books. Record shops reminded her of electronics shops. She was probably plotting her next trip now.

"Akiba this weekend?" she suddenly asked, and I laughed out loud.

We ducked into the subway station already jammed with people jostling in line for tickets that popped out of a machine. The turnstiles opened, and we joined the waiting throngs.

The next two cars were so full we couldn't even get on, with people squishing out of them and white-gloved "pushers" shoving arms, legs, expensive purses, shopping bags, and occasionally heads through the slowly closing doors.

On the third try the crowd finally spit us into the subway car and smooshed us up against the glass with contorted faces. Kyoko, dressed all in Gothic black, looked scary as she grimaced and sponged her forehead with another tissue.

"Is that a real Louis Vuitton?" she demanded, snatching the corner of my scarf out of my purse when I dug for my tissue pack.

I snatched it back and zipped my purse shut. "Why do you care?"

Her reflection stared back at me in the glass. "Girl. You are a spender."

"Just like you in Akiba."

"I bet all my comic books cost less than a corner of that little silk thing in your purse."

"I bet they don't."

"So Carlos has a girl living with him now?" She wrinkled her nose, and her piercing glittered. She'd just done the one-second subject change again.

"For now. Says it's temporary. The last guy had gang tattoos and never paid rent." I put my nose in the air. "I don't see any problem with it, provided she respects our relationship. I'm a modern woman."

Kyoko shot me a look. "She better be ugly as sin. That's all I'm saying."

"Then don't." I turned my thoughts to Carlos. Carlos Torres Castro hailed from Argentina (or, as he pronounced it, Arhentina) and in the words of more than one female friend was a knockout. Dark lashes and even darker brows framed gorgeous almond-shaped black eyes, and his skin glowed with a perpetual tan. He was a stockbroker, twenty-seven, just three years older than me—and he let his wavy hair grow just a little over the collar of his fashionable dark suits. Total Arhentinian style.

I fingered the big diamond on my left hand, wondering if I'd lost my sanity to get engaged four months ago—in only my second year at AP. But we're talking about Mr. Right here. Mr. More-Than-Right, with a Spanish accent.

He'd offered me the ring over wine and steak. "Sí?" he'd said, turning those pleading eyes to me, almost too beautiful to look at.

"Sí," I replied and slipped it on my finger. It dazzled in the candlelight like fire trapped in glass. And so we were affianced. No wedding date in sight, perhaps not for the next two or three years. But it would happen. We just needed time.

Time. I checked my watch for the tenth time, still too many stops away from Shibuya. The train lurched to a halt, opened its doors, and out rolled a moving sea of people. Kyoko and I hung on to the rings dangling from the ceiling for our lives. The tide poured back in, blasting us like seaweed in a typhoon.

Red kanji characters burned overhead as the doors closed, announcing the next stop, and my eyes bounced over silent, charcoal-gray-clad businessmen avoiding eye contact, a subway map, and too-colorful advertisements for green tea and soap. No one spoke. Kyoko stuck her iPod buds in her ears, harsh guitar chords audible even over the chunk-chunk of the tracks.

When the subway car finally eased to a stop at Shibuya station, I'd melted into a rumpled, wrinkled mass of sweat. We stumbled out into the station and across the platform, following humanity up, up, and up the stairs toward daylight.

We didn't have to think. The crowds moved us along without effort, like a piece of flotsam in a flood. I just had to remember to keep right so running businessmen could speed past on my left.

The right-left thing changed, though, from city to city. So I had to stay on my toes.

"What's the P in your middle name stand for?"

Obviously I had to stay on my toes at all times with Kyoko, too. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Nice try." This time she'd done the split-second subject change on purpose. Trying to catch me off guard. "I'll never tell. So you can stop asking."

"Must be pretty wild if you don't use it instead of your first name."

"Wouldn't you like to know." I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Where are you meeting?"

"At Hachiko. We always meet there."

People crisscrossed our paths yakking into tiny flip cell phones, sucking Starbucks straws, and tuned out with iPods. No two faces looked alike: topped with a delivery cap, wrapped in an Indian turban, or hair cut in the fashionable, shaggy Japanese teen look. But all were on a mission: lunch. And air-conditioning.

I took my scarf out of my purse and tied it on then put on my navy-blue jacket. Even in the heat. And my new pricey sunglasses. Rolled on a bit of perfume from the glass tube in my purse.

"Done yet?"

I sniffed at Kyoko. "Can't help it I want to look nice. Look! There's Hachiko."

As we grew closer to the unassuming bronze statue of a dog, I felt a lump strain my throat. According to the story, Hachiko waited at Shibuya Station every evening for his master to arrive—until the day the man suffered a stroke and never returned. Still Hachiko waited. Even after they gave him away, he escaped and waited at the station at the time of the train. For ten whole years until he finally died in 1935.

No story had ever gripped me as much as Hachiko's, and nothing in my adult life—ever—had made me want to cry.

Hachiko chose to love. And stay. Unlike everybody else in my so-called life.

I blinked under my sunglasses at Hachiko's characteristic bent ear in bronze.

"You okay? You haven't even met her yet."

I whacked Kyoko with my purse. "I don't care about her! Will you forget it? Honestly!" I crossed my arms and scowled at a group of boisterous European tourists, laughing and taking pictures of three delicate Japanese girls, all decked in colorful cotton yukata kimonos and shyly waving fans.

I started to say more, but a pair of black eyes lazily strode into view. "Little late, aren't you?" he said in his spicy accent, kissing me lightly on both cheeks. Not a bead of sweat—even in a full suit. Tropical blood, I guess. And he smelled wonderful. I leaned closer and tried to memorize the scent.

"It's rush hour, babe." I took his arm.

He tugged on my scarf. "Is that real? What am I gonna do with you, spending all your money?"


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Southern Fried Sushi by Jennifer Rogers Spinola. Copyright © 2011 Jennifer Rogers Spinola. Excerpted by permission of Barbour Publishing, Inc..
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  • Posted February 10, 2012

    Great characters

    Southern Fried Sushi by Jennifer Rogers Spinola
    5 STARS
    Good entertaining and uplifting story. Will certainly read follow book.
    Shiloh Jacobs at first did not think much about her but I started to care and even cried in the book. Shiloh is working in Japan at a newspaper, has won rewards.spends way too much and takes short cut at work.
    Her mom is back in the states dies. Shiloh goes for funeral and her life falls apart. One thing after another happens to her and she is stuck in Virgina.
    She meets friends of her moms that are church goers and they keep giving her a hand and sharing what helps them get threw the trials.
    Shiloh learns about her mom how she has changed for the better. Learns a lot of lifes lessons. It does have scriptures and examples of how we grow but it flows together without being too preachy. It makes for a charming story that I want more of.
    The characters are a wide range that are well rounded. Some of the characters you can really see them and feel for them.
    Shiloh grows a lot and takes responsibilty for her past actions. She gets mad and acts out but is not afraid to apoligize after.
    Its a good book I highly recommend it. I was given this ebook to read in exchange for honest review from Netgalley.
    10/01/2011 PUB Barbour Publishing, Inc.

    8 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2013

    Wow.

    This was good at first, then it got waaaaayyy too preachy. God this and jesus that every other word. Ugh. No more of this author for me.

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 9, 2011

    Women's Lit Even a Man Can Enjoy

    I don't normally read contemporary women's fiction, but Jenny Spinola's Southern Fried Sushi is a delightful exception. Because of Jenny's experiences in Japan, Brazil, and the American South, she has a unique and irresistible point of view. As a journalist who started writing Christian fiction while living in Brazil and continually seeks to perfect her craft, she knows and applies the ins and outs of excellent writing. And as a fine Christian young adult--younger than this man, anyhow--she has a heart for the readers' spiritual needs without being objectionably preachy. Southern Fried Sushi is just the first book in the series, though. Unless you're incapable of being moved by exceptional writing that has you rolling on the floor in laughter one minute and reaching for the box of tissues in tears the next, I know you'll join me in looking forward to the next two books in this series. And to many more novels after that. Jenny's a winner!

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2013

    Anonymous

    The book started out good, with a good plot. Then it got relious, like over the top religious & preachy. I respect people and their passion for their beliefs but it was too pushy for me.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2013

    Way too preachy

    I was very much enjoying this book. I liked the, the easy writing, the plot, and even Shiloh's yearning to find faith. And then boom, the book became preaching to the point i began feeling uncomfortable. The book had a ton of potential, but couldnt carry through

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2013

    Ummm

    Can any review be i dont know ......
    Shorter?

    3 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2013

    Fantastic

    I read all 3 books in a weekend! I couldn't put them down! I fell in love with Adam and Shiloh from the get go and so happy to see that Shiloh's faith pulled her through!!! :D

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2013

    Beautifully written

    I highly recommend this book. It is so full of love, hope, joy and the healing power of forgiveness. This is a book worthy of rereading every few years, especially when I feel that God has let me down. It starts out slow, but by the time you get to page 77 or so, you'll be looking forward to the next time you can continue reading it.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 4, 2011

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    Japan to Virginia With No Way Back.......

    Southern Fried Sushi by Jenifer Rogers Spinola The story is told through the eyes of the main character Shiloh P. Jacobs. She is living and working as a reporter in Japan. She spends her money on keeping up her image and on frivolous things. Her fiance, Carlos, is from Argentina and is quite the looker. She is estranged from her parents. When her dad left when she was seven her mom kind of lost it and now that she made a name for herself she was fine without them, even though her mom had been trying to reconnect. And then Shiloh's world falls apart. She gets the phone call that her mom has died and left her a house. She ends up in Virginia with a bunch of rednecks. While there, she also loses her job and Carlos. But in the pit of her loss, God is calling her. Through her moms friend, Faye. Through Adam Carter and his friends Tim and Becky. And many others along the way. I liked that Shiloh did not just automatically accept Christ. It was a process for her to believe and was written in a realistic way. Shiloh has to lower her expectations in life as well. She has to get jobs while in Virginia to pay off her huge debts and they are not jobs she normally would have worked, she has to deal with the fact that her mom had changed and that she had refused to talk to her. Through her moms death, Shiloh eventually finds life. **Received through NetGalley for review

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2013

    An original storyline

    This book has an original storyline. The author did a great job coming up with the story. I enjoyed the story more when the main character lived overseas. I felt that the story slowed down and dragged a bit while she figured out what to do. The book could have been shorter. This is a Christian fiction novel and I recommend reading it.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2013

    Awful

    Another make fun of Southerners book-just when it began to get interesting-shame on the author-it is not funny anymore.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2013

    Loved it

    So witty & entertaining

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2013

    Loved it.

    I loved reading about her thought processes and how she changed from "I can do it myself" to "God can do it when and if he wishes"

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2013

    A story with a different flair - not just boy meets girl and the

    A story with a different flair - not just boy meets girl and they live happily ever after.  
    Imperfect characters from Japan to Southern USA. with big hearts.  
    Not a perfect book but a very good read which made me laugh and made me cry.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2013

    Christian read

    The book isn't bad , but if you are not comfortable with evangelical style writing this book is not for you. My gripe is the book just seems to end. I was left going ...and .... what? The first person helps to show how people are predudiced and how steriotypes can get in the way of friendship.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2013

    Southern Fried Sushi

    Good book with a good message of how God's love is for us and how we are made for Him. How God can heal our hearts and set us free to forgive ourselves and others.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2013

    Chick lit with a message

    This isn't my usual choice in books, but the title made me curious. Even though this isn't my preferred genre, it was a fairly enjoyable read. There were moments when the plot felt like it was getting a bit preachy, but that is to be expected when reading Christian literature. The characters weren't aleays realistic, but they were believable.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2013

    Nice

    Very poor grammar but good story. I wish it could end up happier though...

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 14, 2011

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    Can't wait to read more by this author!

    Shiloh Jacobs has the world on a string. She's working a job she loves earning numerous awards in journalism, working towards her master's degree and is engaged to the man of her dreams. What could possibly go wrong? Plenty! The credit card bills are piling up, her fiancée is making eyes at his new female (supposedly platonic) "roommate", and in order to keep a deadline Shiloh resorts to borrowing quotes from an internet source. Hoping and praying she doesn't get caught, she swears to herself it will only happen this once. Southern Fried Sushi is an amusing read, full of funny mishaps and intriguing characters. The title alone would make me buy this book! I love the multi-cultural theme that Jennifer weaves all through this story. The ongoing crisis in Shiloh's life kept me hooked and I kept reading to find out how she was going to pull through. I really enjoyed the easy style in which Jennifer wrote this book and also the setting; it's not everyday that you read about a southern girl living in Japan! The interjections of southern terms and phrases were the icing on the cake for me; it made Shiloh completely believable and authentic. I cannot wait to read the next book in this series and I highly recommend this author! Southern Fried Sushi is Jennifer's first novel and the first in a series of three by Barbour Publishing. Look for the sequel, "Like Sweet Potato Pie", scheduled to release March 2012 and book three, "Til Grits Do Us Part" releasing November 2012.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2014

    Really enjoyed this book

    Unlike some of the others who have reviewed this book and found it too "preachy", I really liked this story and the fact that people cared enough to reach out to Shiloh with God's love. They both preached the word and lived it as well. And while at times Shiloh got a little testy with them, you could tell she was really listening and wanted to better understand God and what made her new Christian friends different than any others she had known. Anyway, good story. Hope to read more about the characters in this book.

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