My Favorite Character - Geronimo Stilton Author : MEHAR SACHDEVA

 My Favorite Character - Geronimo Stilton

Author : MEHAR SACHDEVA

Many people know Geronimo, but not everybody knows how he was born… and now I will tell you!

Elisabetta Dami (born 1 January 1958) is an Italian children's books author who is famous as the creator of the character Geronimo Stilton. Her books were written in 49 different languages and sold 180 million copies all over the world. Geronimo was born in New Mouse city, Mouse Island. Geronimo was adopted, as explained in the book The Quest for paradise, The return to the kingdom of Fantasy and La vera storia di Geronimo Stilton (The True Story of Geronimo Stilton)when he was an infant by the Stilton Family and does not know his biological parents.

Lost Treasure of the Emerald Eye - It is the seventh book of Geronimo Stilton , This story reveals that Geronimo hates Monday Mornings. Geronimo brushes his teeth with cheddar-flavoured toothpaste. Geronimo works out at Rats La Lanne. There is a restaurant called The Mouse House that serves spicy food. Apparently a Cheese Delivery man has lots of friends the day before Thanksgiving.

Another Book of him which I like the most is The Phoenix of Destiny in this Geronimo Stilton, had returned to the Kingdom of Fantasy on the wings of the Phoenix of Destiny! Blossom, Queen of the Fairies, needed my help once again.

I like Geronimo Stilton because it is filled with a lots of excitement, mystery and innovation. I almost have eight books from the series of Geronimo Stilton . I have chosen these two book as my favorite. I am anxiously looking forward to read all the series of Geronimo Stilton soon one day.



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