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The Ghost in the Tokaido Inn

The Ghost in the Tokaido Inn

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by Dorothy Hoobler, Thomas Hoobler

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While attempting to solve the mystery of a stolen jewel, Seikei, a merchant's son who longs to be a samurai, joins a group of kabuki actors in eighteenth-century Japan.


While attempting to solve the mystery of a stolen jewel, Seikei, a merchant's son who longs to be a samurai, joins a group of kabuki actors in eighteenth-century Japan.

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Susie Wilde
Every year, a couple mysteries appear that really grab my attention. From Asian history comes a mystery based on a real character. Judge Ooka, a eighteenth century jurist noted for his amazing powers of reasoning is a significant character in The Ghost in the Tokaido Inn. The main character is fourteen-year-old Seikei, the son of a tea merchant and a wannabe samurai-poet. This is an honor denied him (as samurai are born, not made). When Seikei is the only one to witness the mysterious theft of a precious ruby, Judge Ooka sets him to chase down the culprit. Seikei learns much more than the identity of the culprit. He learns the sorrows of a life destroyed, revenge that controls, and that things and people are not always what they seem. Setting and plot allow much description of this fascinating period of history, including the honor of suicide, the hatred of Kirishitans (Christians), and Kabuki Theater.
Children's Literature - Jan Lieberman
Ghost in the Tokaido Inn is set in eighteenth century Japan, but fourteen-year-old Seikei follows in the tradition of fearless Harry Potter. Traveling with his merchant father, Seikei sees a ghostly vision steal a priceless ruby. A young girl is accused falsely, but Seikei upholds the truth and tells what he saw. Judge Ooka, also a guest at the inn, is so impressed that he hires the boy to work for him to track down the thief. The historic time period, the exotic setting, and the daring nature of Seikei's assignment combine with the behind-the-scenes activities of the Kabuki Theatre and the traditions of the Samurai to make this a fascinating read. Harry Potter and friends would approve.
Children's Literature - Judy Silverman
Being in Japan in 1735 was like being in a different world. Feudal customs, superstitions, and a caste system almost as rigid as India's made life difficult, but interesting for an outsider to read about. At twelve, Seikei is on a trip with his tea-merchant father, and he's not really enjoying himself. He is charmed to see a travelling Kabuki troupe at the same inn, and he watches their every move. When a daimyo, a lord, comes to the inn demanding service, Seikei notices that one of the actors pays particular attention to him. Why? And when the daimyo claims that a jewel has been stolen from him and makes wild accusations, how will the real criminal be caught? Enter Judge Ooka, an historical figure, a real-life Nero Wolfe. This fast-moving adventure brings 18th-century Japan to life.
To quote KLIATT's Sept. 1999 review of the hardcover edition: Seikei is the 14-year-old son of a tea merchant in 18th-century Japan, but he longs to be one of the samurai, "the hereditary warriors whose code required one's every action to be guided by loyalty, courage, and honor." A chance to prove his bravery comes when he sees what he thinks is a ghost steal a priceless ruby meant as a gift for the shogun, the military governor of Japan. Judge Ooka (a historical personage, though this tale is fiction) enlists Seikei, the only witness to the theft, as his assistant in solving the mystery. Seikei ends up joining a troupe of kabuki actors as he follows the trail of the ruby, and realizes that one of the actors is playing a deadly game. Heads roll in a gruesome final scene, and Seikei proves his worth and earns an audience with the shogun himself. This is a fine piece of historical fiction, full of suspense and exotic period detail. The Hooblers, historians and authors, make the era come alive for readers, and Seikei's adventures are exciting to read about. Great fun. An Edgar Allan Poe Award finalist and an ALA Best Book for YAs. The sequel, The Demon in the Teahouse, was reviewed in KLIATT in May 2001. KLIATT Codes: J—Recommended for junior high school students. 1999, Penguin Putnam, Puffin, 214p. 20cm. 98-14089., $5.99. Ages 13 to 15. Reviewer: Paula Rohrlick; KLIATT , July 2001 (Vol. 35, No. 4)
School Library Journal
Gr 6-8A Sherlock Holmes-style mystery set in 18th-century Japan. Fourteen-year-old Seikei, son of a tea merchant, longs to be a samurai, although he knows that this is an inherited honor he can never hope to attain. While on a business trip, Seikei and his stern father take shelter at the Tokaido Inn where a cruel and oafish samurai, Lord Hakuseki, is also staying. A precious jewel is stolen from the lord, and a young girl whom Seikei has just met is accused of the theft. He risks his life by speaking out to defend her and Judge Ooka, called in to solve the crime, is taken with the boys bravery and enlists his help to solve the mystery. This sets Seikei onto a dangerous path where he goes backstage at Kabuki theaters, meets an enigmatic actor, and more than once must act in the honorable way of a samurai. He remains resourceful and courageous, although he often fears he may be on the wrong path. Judge Ooka maintains a steady presence, urging Seikei to observe, be logical, and reason out the motives for the crime. The plot builds towards an exciting, dramatic climax. All of the action is placed solidly in the context of the Tokugawa period of a Japan ruled by an emperor and a shogun, and pervaded by the need to defend ones honor above all else. An unusual and satisfying mystery that will be enjoyed by a wide audience.Bruce Anne Shook, Mendenhall Middle School, Greensboro, NC Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The Hooblers (The Cuban American Family Album, 1996, etc.) employ suspense, action, superstition, and mystery to entrance readers with this tale of 18th-century Japan and a boy's search for honor. Seikei, 14, is embarrassed to have been born into the merchant class and dreams of becoming a samurai. While on a business trip with his father, he witnesses the theft of a valuable ruby from a haughty samurai. Drawn into the case by Judge Ooka, a real historical figure, Seikei plunges into the chase. He finds himself in the company of Tomomi, a brilliant Kabuki actor and master of acrobatics and swordsmanship. Seikei begins to admire him, even though he knows that Tomomi is the thief and a Kirishitan, a member of a banned religious sect. But Tomomi plans much more than theft. He intends to expose and dishonor the man who destroyed his family; Seikei unwittingly becomes part of his plot, and gets the chance to fulfill his dream. The climatic scene of a play that exposes the real villain echoes the plot of Hamlet, and may work as an introduction to Shakespeare's play. Full of adventure, offering a vivid portrait of Shogun-era Japan, this is a remarkable novel. (Fiction. 12-14)

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Chapter three: A Ghost StoryFather was not as disappointed as Seikei thought he would be. "What can you expect?" he said, shrugging. "This is not so bad. At least he paid you, and we didn't give him our best tea. Now let's go to bed."
   "Father, I cannot sleep," said Seikei. "I am too excited."
   "We have another long day of travel tomorrow," Father said.
   "I can sleep in the Kago."
   "Well, I cannot," Father said. "I must get my rest."
   "There is a terrace at the back of the inn," said Seikei. "Could I go there to look at the view until I feel tired?"
   Father shrugged. "If you wish," he said. "But do not leave the inn. The streets of this town are dangerous at night."
   Seikei left, promising that he would not stay long.
   When he reached the terrace, he found that rain had started to fall softly. Though the stone floor was covered with mats, it felt cool through his cotton tabi, or socks.
   He walked to the railing that overlooked a small pond. The rain clouds had covered the moon and only a soft glow fell onto the water. He didn't mind the rain falling on his head. He felt feverish from his experience in the daimyo's quarters. I was afraid, he admitted to himself, just to be in his presence.
   He jumped at the sound of a footstep just behind him. He whirled and saw the girl.
   "I'm sorry," she said. "Did I startle you?"
   "No," he said hastily. "I mean, I didn't expect to find someone here."
   "Should I leave?" she said
   It was hard for Seikei to speak. The girl seemed even more beautiful than she had before. "No, please," he said. "Stay."
   "Was your master pleased with the paper?" she asked.
   Seikei was confused. "Who?"
   "The daimyo. I saw you in his room."
   Now he understood. "No, no. I was there for the same reason you were. My father is a tea merchant. Excuse me. My name is Konoike Seikei."
   She bowed. "I am called Michiko. My family name is Ogawa."
   "Is it true that your family knew the poet Basho?"
   She smiled, and he realized that it was rude to question her honesty.
   "I ask," he said, "only because I greatly admire Basho's poetry."
   Michiko put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. Seikei knew why she was amused. Because he was a merchant's son, and merchants care for nothing except money.
   He looked away from her, feeling ashamed. Then his eyes fell upon the pond, and he remembered one of Basho's poems. Seikei took a deep breath, and began to recite:

Clouds come from time to time—
and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.    The girl clapped her hands. "That was the same poem I was thinking of before you appeared."
   Seikei turned back to see her smile. He realized that she was not mocking him. Without thinking, he blurted out his secret wish: "I would so much like to be a samurai like Basho, and devote my life to poetry."
   Michiko nodded. "But you do not have to be a samurai for that," she said. "Anyone can write poetry, if they wish."
   "My father says it is not something a merchant should do. Only a samurai, and I can never be a samurai."
   "I do not believe that," Michiko said. "Did you hear the poem that the daimyo wrote?"
   "And didn't you see his brush-writing?"
   Seikei nodded.
   "So you know," Michiko said, "that although he is a samurai, he does not have a noble spirit."
   Seikei was surprised by the girl's boldness. "He was rude to you," he said. "I admired your courage."
   "You thought I was courageous?" She shrugged. "I only reminded myself that my family needed to sell the paper."
   Seikei nodded.
   "It is true that Basho was a samurai," Michiko said. "But he discarded his swords. Isn't it Basho's spirit that we admire in his poetry? Though you are a merchant's son, you can still develop a noble spirit—brave, honest, and faithful to your family. And if you do, who can stop you from writing poetry?"
   Seikei had no answer. He wondered how his father would reply.   They stared across the pond for a while. The sound of laughter came across the water from the other side.
   "Some traveling kabuki are giving a play at the monastery," Michiko said. "I wanted to see it, but my father has been feeling ill all day. I used some of the gold the daimyo gave me to buy herbal tea for his stomach."
   "I have never seen a kabuki play," Seikei said. "Father says they are improper."
   "I think they are exciting," Michiko said. "Some are very scary, with goblins and ghosts."
   "I like ghost stories," said Seikei.
   "Do you? I know one that Basho told to my grandmother when she was a child. Would you like to hear it?"
   "Very much," he replied.
   "I will see if I can frighten you," she teased. "Let us go under the roof, so that the rain won't fall on us."
   Seikei had forgotten about the rain. He would gladly have stood there all night to listen to this girl.
   They sat down where the overhanging roof gave shelter. It was darker here, and the girl's face disappeared in the shadows. Seikei could hear only her voice.
   "Well, then," she began. "Long ago, a Buddhist priest named Kokushi was traveling alone through the mountains. It was getting dark, and he had lost his way. He came upon a little hut, like the ones hermits sometimes live in to meditate on the Buddhist teachings.
   "An old man opened the door when Kokushi knocked. He wore the orange robe of a Buddhist monk, but it was faded and worn. The monk refused to let Kokushi stay with him, but said there was a village on the other side of the hill. There, Kokushi could find food and lodging.
   "Kokushi found this to be true. But in the village, no one answered his knock. All the houses seemed to be empty. Finally, he found the people gathered in one house, weeping and praying.
   "The head of the village had died that day. His body lay in this house, and everyone had brought offerings of food to see him into the next life.
   "The village had no priest, and Kokushi offered to perform the Buddhist rites for the man's soul. But the dead man's son said that no one could remain in the village on the night after a death. 'Strange things happen on that night,' he said, 'and it would be better if you came with us to the next village.'
   "Kokushi replied that he had no fear. He would be glad to keep watch over the old man's body. The others tried to persuade him to leave, but he would not.
   "At last, they departed, leaving him alone with the body. Kokushi said the Buddhist prayers and blew out all the lamps except one next to the body. He sat quietly meditating, but he was curious about what strange things might happen.
   "Hours passed, and Kokushi began to doze. Suddenly, he realized that something else had entered the house. A mist gathered around the dead body. Kokushi saw the face of a horrible demon emerge from the mist. It was a horned beast, with ferocious teeth flashing in the mist. The demon lifted the body with its claw and began to devour it.
   "As quickly as a cat swallows a mouse, the demon ate everything—hair, bones, even the shroud. And this monstrous creature, after consuming the body, turned to the food offerings and ate them also. Then it went away as silently as it had come.
   "In the morning, the villagers returned. They did not seem surprised to find that the body had disappeared. The dead man's son told Kokushi, 'Now you know why it is a law in our village that everyone must leave on the night after a death. But you are unharmed, and so must be a holy man.'
   "Kokushi asked, 'Why do you not have the monk on the hill perform the funeral service for your dead?'
   "The villagers did not understand him. 'There is no monk living near our village,' they said. 'For many years now, we have had no priest, for all fled when they saw what you have seen.'
   "Kokushi took his leave, and walked back the way he had come. He found the little hut, and again knocked on the door. When it opened, the monk covered his eyes and said, 'Ah! I am so ashamed.'
   "You need not be ashamed for refusing me shelter,' Kokushi said. 'I was very kindly treated in the village.'
   "The monk replied, 'I am ashamed because you saw me in my true form. It was I who devoured the corpse and the offerings last night before your eyes. For I am a jikininki—an eater of human flesh.'
   "The monk explained that he once had been a priest, the only one for miles around. 'The people would bring me their dead so that I might pray over them. But I greedily ate the offerings that they had brought for the dead to enjoy. And when I died, as punishment I was sent back to earth as a jikininki.' He hung his head. 'Now all men must flee from the sight of me, or they will die.'
   " 'Yet I saw you,' said Kokushi, 'and I did not die.'
   " 'You must be a holy man,' the jikininki said. 'I beg you, pray for me so that I may be released from this hideous state of existence.'
   "Kokushi began to say the proper Buddhist prayers, and when he looked up, the monk had vanished, along with the little hut in which he lived.
   Kokushi found himself alone in the grass, next to a tombstone covered with moss. It was a go-rin-ishi, the stone that marks the grave of a priest.
   "Did you ever hear this story before?" Michiko asked Seikei.
   "No," Seikei said. "It was a good one, but I was not afraid."
   "I must return to my father now," said Michiko. "Perhaps we will meet again, and then you can read me a poem you have written."
   "I promise," said Seikei. He watched as she rose and went into the inn. How graceful she is, he thought.
   After she left, a cool wind blew across the terrace, sending a chill through Seikei. The play across the lake was over, and now all was silent. He began to think of the jikininki, and stood up. It was too quiet and too dark. He had the odd feeling that something might be hiding in the darkness beyond the terrace. He didn't want to stay out here any longer.

Chapter 4: The Hour of the Rat

Seikei hurried back to the room where his father was sleeping. He took off his kimono and lay down on the other mat.
   But he didn't fall asleep. The inn was still noisy. Only rice-paper screens separated one room from another, and Seikei could hear Lord Hakuseki's men talking loudly in other rooms along the corridor. They were drinking rice wine, and showed no concern for the slumbers of other guests.
   Seikei heard his father snoring. All the noise did not disturb his sleep. Seikei knew that tomorrow would bring another long, uncomfortable trip in the kago. He sighed, and tried to shut the sound out of his ears.
   Then loud shouts made him sit up and listen. He could hear very clearly, though the voice was farther down the hallway. It was Lord Hakuseki himself. He was scolding one of the inn's servants for not bringing the wine quickly enough. The sound of a blow was followed by a muffled cry. Then heavy footsteps and a loud thud. The servant had been thrown out on the wooden floor of the hallway. Much laughter followed from the other samurai.
   Truly, as the girl Michiko had said, this daimyo did not have a noble spirit. I would not be that way if I were a samurai, Seikei thought. He reminded himself of the three qualities of a samurai—loyalty, right conduct, and bravery. Right conduct meant setting an example for others to follow. Lord Hakuseki, powerful though he was, did not know the difference between right and wrong.
   The noise of the partying continued for some time. Gradually, it began to die down. Seikei heard the slow footsteps of a samurai going down the hall to the privy in the courtyard, and then returning. Finally, the inn became quiet.
   Seikei tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. He regretted telling the girl he liked ghost stories. Now he could not get the image of the jikininki out of his mind. The dim light from the corridor shone through the rice-paper walls of the room. The walls were decorated with a pattern of whorls and curlicues. Every time Seikei looked in their direction, he seemed to see large eyes staring at him.
   Far off, a temple bell rang once, a hollow sound that meant the first hour after midnight had begun—the Hour of the Rat. Seikei closed his eyes, but he could hear the sounds of heavy breathing all around him. He knew it was only the occupants of the rooms on either side. But it sounded like a gang of jikininkis waiting to gobble him up as soon as he fell asleep.
   Then his body tensed. He heard another sound. Something was sliding across the floor outside the doorway. Seikei's eyes popped open, and he saw the bamboo-screen door begin to slide open, very, very, slowly.
   Seikei felt his hair stand on end. As he watched in horror, the door opened wide. Something was standing behind it—something larger than a man. The light in the hallway was too dim for Seikei to see anything more than a shadow. But he could see that it had a huge head, with horns sticking out of it.
   Seikei sat up as quickly as if he had been a marionette on strings. He waved his arms wildly, and tried to say, "I'm not dead!" But his throat was paralyzed with fear, and only a squeak came out.
   The shadow turned in his direction. Seikei saw its eyes flash in the light from the hallway. The creature's white face looked down on Seikei. It stared at him for a second and then raised one arm. Seikei saw a small object in its hand, red and glowing like a fiery eye. The ghostly form waved the red object toward him. To Seikei, it seemed like the spirit was trying to cast a spell on him.
   The shadow moved backward, and the door slid closed again. Seikei felt as if he were made of stone. He could not move a muscle, but his heart was pounding so fast that he thought his chest would break open.
   His ears were so keen now that he thought he could hear insects crawling in the corners of the room. As he listened, he heard a door sliding back. The ghost must be going into another room.
   What should I do? Seikei asked himself. He must get up and raise an alarm. It would be his fault if the monster devoured some other sleeping person. Perhaps even the girl, Michiko. He clenched his fists, and thought of the first quality of a samurai—bravery. He must do it.
   He forced himself to stand, but his legs were shaking and weak. Ignore weakness, he told himself. Move forward without thinking. He took a step toward the door.   When he reached it, he had to remind himself again not to think of danger. Death had no meaning to the samurai, he told himself, for that is the fate of all and it does not matter if it comes today or tomorrow.
   He slid the door open, and looked out in the corridor. At the far end, where the darkness was deepest, he saw the shadow moving. Seikei found again that fear silenced his voice. He was angry at himself, and stamped his foot.
   As soon as he did this, the shadow began to sink into the floor. Seikei could hardly believe what he saw. Bit by bit, it shrank from sight until only its great horned head was visible. Then that disappeared as well. Nothing remained.
   Seikei looked around. The corridor was empty and silent. All the doors were tightly closed. He walked to the place where the shadow had disappeared. There was a door beyond it, but he was sure it had not opened. Checking, he slid it aside and looked out. The rain had stopped and the moon shone brightly over the courtyard beyond. Nothing was there. Seikei went back to his own room and shut the door. He was calmer now, proud of himself for having been brave enough to follow the ghost. Perhaps when he stamped his foot, he had frightened it away.
   He lay down on his mat again. The inn was peaceful. Once more he heard the sounds of snoring people. But they did not seem so fearful now. Something told him that the danger was gone. But what had it been? Why did it come to his door?
   All night, he asked himself those questions. Finally, when the first twittering sparrows outside signaled the dawn, he fell asleep. But he did not rest for long. Text copyright © 1999 by Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler, published by Philomel Books, a division of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers

Meet the Author

Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler are historians and authors of over sixty books, both fiction and nonfiction, mostly for young readers. They are the authors of the well-loved American Family Album series, including The Japanese American Family Album, which was named a Carter G. Woodson Honor Book in 1997.

The Society for School Librarians International chose their book Showa: The Era of Hirohito for a best book award in 1991, and they have been cited for excellence by the Library of Congress, the Parents' Choice Foundation, Bank Street College, the International Reading Association, the National Conference of Christians and Jews, and the New York Public Library. The Hooblers make their home in New York City. They have one daughter and are active in community affairs.

copyright © 2000 by Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers. All rights reserved.
Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler are historians and authors of over sixty books, both fiction and nonfiction, mostly for young readers. They are the authors of the well-loved American Family Album series, including The Japanese American Family Album, which was named a Carter G. Woodson Honor Book in 1997.

The Society for School Librarians International chose their book Showa: The Era of Hirohito for a best book award in 1991, and they have been cited for excellence by the Library of Congress, the Parents' Choice Foundation, Bank Street College, the International Reading Association, the National Conference of Christians and Jews, and the New York Public Library. The Hooblers make their home in New York City. They have one daughter and are active in community affairs.

copyright © 2000 by Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers. All rights reserved.

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The Ghost in the Tokaido Inn 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. As a young girl in 5th grade, this book and how the authors wrote it is what caught my interest in other books, and my love of reading flourished. I just found this particular book in the boxes from our move and re-read. As an adult now, I am interested in following certain authors and book series and would love to read the rest of the Samurai Detective Series.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was very good in my opinion. It always kept me on my toes about who the murderer really was. Even though the reading level was a little low I would still recommend it to all ages. It was written by both Dorthy and Thomas Hoobler so it odviously is a good book its one out of a series of 3 and from what ive heard the other two are just as good. Its full of adventure and curiousity, The visuality of this book is amazing its so easy to keep up and not get lost trying to figure out whats going on. So you have to read this book!
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Sensitivemuse More than 1 year ago
It's a fairly well written book, and although you do get the solution as to who the culprit was, the main question was: why they did what they did. It was certainly interesting and it focused a lot more on Seikei and how he managed to help Judge Ooka capture the thief and find out the real reasons why the crime was done the way it was done. I think it was well written due to the fact that it paid close attention to detail and it was filled with good amounts of description to give the reader the feel for the time period and how it was like back then. It provided the reader with several tidbits of background information, so the reader won't be lost in all the historical aspects of the book. However it's well done so that you do end up getting a mini history lesson without being overwhelmed with information. Although a mystery, it also did focus on the development and growing maturity in Seikei. Dreaming of becoming a samurai, he gets taught by several characters on how to behave and even fight like one. His behavior develops from a dreamy boy to someone slightly more mature and takes this samurai business more seriously. Although geared towards younger children, there are certain parts of the book where it seems more appropriate for young adults instead. That's just my opinion about it though. The plot was well done. It mixes the element of paranormal and with mystery and has it's similarities with Sherlock Holmes where there's always a logical explanation to everything. Judge Ooka steps up on this aspect and is shown to be a character with a quiet form of intelligence and stays in the background while Seikei does the actual work himself. In many ways they compliment each other perfectly and make a great mystery solving team. Overall, I'm definitely picking up the next book after this one. This series has a great potential and has done a good job with this book. Pick this up for a good quick mystery read, with a small history lesson of Japan under Shogun rule.
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Seikei More than 1 year ago
This book and the rest of the books in this series are great reads and are hard to put down. I would recommend this series to everyone. These are my Favorite books ever. The characters are believable and the facts about japan are true. After you read this book you will want to read the others.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is great is you want a story that takes place in Japan. Not only do you have a great polt and stoyline, you are learning some about the culture of Japan and the language. I would high recommand this book to anyone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
There was a lot of action in this book especially when Seiki is trying to get a job with the traveling Kabuki Theater and he sees Totomi and the others perform for food in the street and it is like they are really battling. Mr. and Mrs. Hoobler are very descriptive. I want to read all of their books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It¿s about a boy named Seikei who is a merchant son. But wants to become a Samurai. It start¿s out as a Seikei and his dad stopping at an Inn to stay. Seikei thought he saw a demon. But really it¿s a thief that steals a jewel from a Samurai general. Its up to Seikei goes on an adventure to find out who is the thief. What I like about this book was that you can¿t put the book down because it so existing book. What I did not like about this book was that you can¿t put the book down because it¿s so existing book. What I did like that it only had samurai but no ninjas.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is the most AMAZINGLY written book you will ever read. You will not be able to put it down. The story is unique and is told incredibly well.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A very good book, and very different. The story line is pretty well written. It starts with a tea merchants son wanting to be a samuri, which is a very different in ancient Japan. But it comes true you know in a story it has to, but for the character it's quite a shock. The only problem I had with it was in all books the hero is almost always a sort of rebel. So it gets predictable. However it is really a page turner, a very good historical thriller. I could hardly put it down which was hard as it was a school book .
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Ghost In The Tokaido Inn is one of the best books I have ever read! Full of adventure and shrouded in mystery. Seiki, the main character, is a merchant's boy that has dreamed of being a samarai all his life. Then, he woke up in the middle of the night to find a figure that looked like a demon rightin his room! How would you feel in this situation like that! The next day, he finds out that the had took something that was valuable to a lord and confesses that he saw a demon to Judge Ooka, a goverment detective. You got to find out the rest. I mean it!