My good friend Hercule Poirat and I were called to investigate mysterious events in the famouse Grand Hotel in New Mouse City. There was a ghost haunting the hotel and scaring guests! It was wearing armor and carrying a ball and chain. I know that ghosts don’t exist, but this was pretty spooky. Would Poirat and I be able to solve this spine-tingling mystery?

When my friend Petunia Pretty Paws gave me a crystal figurine of a boat as a gift, I had to accept it. After all, I have the biggest crush on Petunia! But oh, was that crystal boat ugly! So I wasn’t too sad when my cousin Trap accidentally broke it, especially when I discovered a piece of paper inside with a mysterious message from someone in Venice, Italy, asking for help! A gentlemouse never ignores a request for assistance. So I, Geronimo Stilton, would do whatever it took to save the day!

Finally, I was about to leave for a relaxing vacation all by myself. I was ready to kick back and connect with nature. But somehow, my peaceful trip turned into a crazy treasure hunt in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota with the entire Stilton clan in tow! Our journey even included a hot-air balloon ride to Mount Rushmore. Holey cheese! This was one adventure I’d truly remember.

When my nephew, Benjamin, invited me to Career Day at his school, things did not turn out the way I expected. I caused a volcanic explosion, got tangled in the tunnel slide on the playground, and accidentally let the class’s pet gecko out of its cage! Rat munching rattlesnakes-how was I going to get myself out of this mess?

I, Geronimo Stilton, am not a sportsmouse. Running? Sweating? Not for me. I prefer relaxing in an armchair with a nice bowl of chocolate cheesy chews. But with the Olympics coming up, sports were all anyone in New Mouse City could talk about. Rat-munching rattlesnakes!

G’day, mate! I was searching for ideas for my new book, and my friend Petunia Pretty Paws knew just where to find them–in Australia. Holey cheese, it sounded like a fabumouse adventure! But between surfing with sharks, being chased by poisonous snakes, and getting lost in the outback, I was beginning to wonder if this trip down under was really a good idea. Kangaroos and koalas and crocs–oh, my! Would I ever see New Mouse City again?

My family and I traveled to Milan, Italy, for a special event: the unveiling of the precious ancient parchment containing the secret, original recipe for panettone, a traditional sweet holiday bread. But right before the big moment, the recipe was stolen! And the thief was masquerading as… me! Could I catch the thief and clear my name?

Holey cheese! My sister, Thea, was in danger. She had traveled to Easter Island in search of a mysterious treasure, but we hadn’t heard from her for more than a week! There was no time to lose–my friends and I hopped on a plane to begin looking for her. What an exciting adventure!

New Mouse City was in a panic! A strange epidemic had broken out. Mice everywhere — including me, Geronimo Stilton — were covered in weird blue pimples! I immediately called upon Mouse Island’s most famouse doctor and researcher for help. He set to work with his team to find the cure . . . but someone was trying to stop him. Moldy mozzarella, I didn’t want to be blue forever!

Halloween and Egypt and mummies . . . oh, my! I admit it, I am a ‘fraidy mouse. Halloween scares me out of my fur! But this Halloween, I was heading off on an adventure in one of my very favorite places: Egypt. I couldn’t wait to see the sights and soak up some sun far away from New Mouse City. What I didn’t realize was that Halloween is popular in Egypt, too — with the mummies, that is! Oh, what’s a ‘fraidy mouse to do?

Holey cheese, what an adventure! I was off to the Ratlápagos Islands with my family in search of a long-lost buried treasure. But oh, how I hate traveling! Being on a ship in the middle of the sea wasn’t my idea of a fabumouse time. And I was beginning to suspect that we weren’t the only ones searching for the treasure.

My grandfather William Shortpaws — also known as Cheap Mouse Willy — was back at The Rodent’s Gazette, and he was determined to torture me. He wanted to publish a guide book to Ratzikistan, the Siberia of Mouse Island. And he ordered *me* to go there to write it! But as you know, dear reader, I HATE TRAVELING!

It was Valentine’s Day in New Mouse City, and I couldn’t wait to celebrate! I had sent valentine cards to all my friends and family members.

But when I opened my mailbox on the morning of February 14th, it was empty! Had everyone forgotten about me? Was I destined to spend Valentine’s Day alone in my mousehole, sobbing, with only my pet fish to console me? It was starting to look like a true Valentine’s Day disaster!

I, Geronimo Stilton, am not a big fan of races. I like to take my time and smell the cheese! But when my friend Bruce Hyena invited me to race across America on my bicycle, I just couldn’t resist. And holey cheese, what a fabumouse adventure we had!

I, Geronimo Stilton, was in love! I went out for a cup of coffee one morning and laid eyes on the most beautiful rodent I’d ever seen. Unfortunately, I immediately tripped over my paws and ended up with my tail in a toaster! I was one mortified mouse. But I was determined to prove that I wasn’t a complete stumblemouse. So I decided to join my family on their most daring adventure yet — a journey to the eighth wonder of the world! There I made a discovery so truly amazing, I knew I could win the heart of my darling ratlette