You don't see many kung-fu wizard mediums with feelings of inadequacy, y'know? 
 Xian Li-lin is a Taoist priestess in 19th century San Fransisco, and the world constantly reminds her that she sucks. She may save her father from assassins, but he upbraids her for interrupting him. Xian can see spirits, but that's really embarrassing for a family, so she pretends it went away. She meets awesome nonhuman allies, but her father scolds her, reinforcing that a Taoist can't hang with anything awesome and non-Taoist. 
 Oh, and an evil wizard and a tong leader just might be planning some David Lo Pan level shit she has to stop. 
 Lo Pan Style. 
 Now, Xian has to overcome demon assassin monsters, her father's shame, evil sorcerers, her father's unrealistic gender role opinions, talking snake arms, her father's harsh expectations on proper female behavior, tong gangsters, and . . . 
 Well, the final showdown is so goddamn crazy, I don't want to ruin it. 
 Also, there's a Thousand Demon Night Parade. A 
 Thousand Demon Night Parade 
 . Our heroine has to continually seek help from the spirits of Chinatown, and the spirit world feature a parade of . . . well, everything. My favorite Centipede-whose-head-is-a-duck-egg-with-a-face-drawn-on-it. Because of Matt Alt's awesome Yokai Attack, I recognized a few. 
 I would read a 200 page book of the Thousand Demon Night Parade chapter. 
 The characters and setting really grew on me (there's a Chinese gangster named Bok Choy). Really, first class, well-researched world-building, and some of the most memorably supporting characters I've read in years. I will eat a hat, any hat, if the Buddhist monk has not already been ripped off as a character in at least one role-playing group. 
 I will admit, there was one point in the book I nearly gave up, because I thought that life might have unleashed the Flying Pooping Ass on Xian. 
 Are you familiar with the Flying Pooping Ass? 
 I felt, halfway through the book (it's a scene involving a contract, hint, hint), that the Flying Pooping Ass had been unleashed. I almost quit. Then, carefully, I decided to trust the author. The Flying Pooping Ass would not, logically, be releashed in a heroic fantasy novel without her eventually kicking that Ass at the end of the book. 
 There is a lot of kicking at the end. 
 The book absolutely ends in a way that sets up a series, and that's grand. That's great, because you need to buy this. You need to blog and tweet and whatever else the kids are doing these days about this, because in a just universe, we would get a movie series.