Meet Milan, a young supermodel with a disability from New York's Upper East Side, who falls deeply in love as she is coming of age. In this romantic drama, the emotional conflict of a girl's inner soul is revealed as she deals with a first love, the pain of loss, and the pleasures of stardom, all while coping with a lifelong secret. In the world of Milan, the people are real, the situations are rolling, and the truth is often concealed. Broken is a racy circle of sisterhood, laced with a touch of earthiness, glamour, wealth, and fame. NEW TANILLE ALBUM INCLUDEDReaders get music downloads of the new Pop R&B hits "All of Me" and "What's a Girl to Do" by Tanille, and more.

Isn’t every teen embarrassed by their family at some time? Lacy Gingham’s family members are middle class eccentrics and Eric Vanderhorst’s are staid upper crust. Read “crazy” opposite “snooty” and add that Lacy and Ric get together under false pretenses, and get set for a bumpy ride to love when the truth comes out. When they meet at an out-of-state wedding, she reinvents her family and he downplays his, thinking they’ll never meet again, and they enjoy a few time-of-your life days. She assumes he lives in Chicago, site of the wedding, and she tells him she’s from California. But when Ric discovers Lacy lives an hour away from him in Indiana, he sets out to learn the truth. He really, really likes her, but why did she lie? He didn’t exactly come clean, but that’s not the same. Lacy invented the ideal family and life she’d always wanted instead of the pervo group she was born into, and a week later, Ric who’s to die for, shows up in her hometown looking for her. Unless she goes underground, she’ll have to give it up and expose him to the Ginghams. Ha!

An attractive presentation of a fictional letter written by Socrates from prison to his sons shortly before his death, that explains the man's philosophies and outlook on life. Excerpt:For many years I’ve walked through the streets, squares, and gardens of Athens. Like an older brother, I’ve spoken with its citizens and with foreigners about what is good and what is beautiful. I’ve visited philosophers, poets, and politicians. I’ve entered the shops of tanners, butchers, and potters. Everywhere, I’ve tried to show that true wisdom is in the soul, which is infinitely superior to the body. Nothing could divert me from my enemies ever more numerous. I was incorruptible and soon I shall be so forever.Why did I do all this? After all, I could have gone into trade to please your mother. We would have had silver spoons and sweet perfumes in lacquered bottles. But you see I’m ugly. My eyes bulge, my nostrils turn up, my mouth is narrow and I’ve a pug nose . If I had not become a philosopher, my soul would have been as ugly as my face, my desires would be as flat as my nose.Oh of course, you’ll often hear Socrates called a horsefly, a serpent or even a numbfish, which has nothing to do with my physique. It’s because I’ve disturbed many men and women. I wanted to help them. I had to jostle them to wake them up. If it hurt them, it was only because they needed it. Truth doesn’t exist without pain. Nevertheless, apologize for me but, by the dog, don’t ever say that I asked you to do so.http://philosophical-story.com

Aristibule, a philosopher of ancient Greece, is dragged away from his home and taken to the king's palace, as the monarch is in need of clever discussions and advices. Although they don't really understand each other, the king appreciates talking with the philosopher during his meals. They tackle some fundamental socio-moral problems. Aristibule only thinks of going back home, and finally escapes from the palace.Excerpt :“My dear Aristibule, We would like to consult you on an issue that is cause for great concern to Us. What shall We do with the poor? They are everywhere, they spit on floors, they litter the streets and courtyards, they drink impure wine, and set a bad example for children.”Aristibule, who had heard the word “poor,” remarked, “There are many.” Nozé continued while Aristibule pricked up his ears. “A few years ago, We went to see the priestess of Epidaurus to ask her how to solve this problem. Do you know what the priestess told Us? She answered ‘You must,’ nothing else. What does this mean, Aristibule? We must do what? Can you explain this to Us?”Aristibule was thinking while Nozé gargled with a sip of wheat alcohol.“The Priestess of Epidaurus does not like long sentences,” Aristibule began. Nozé did not give him time to finish. “If We do not punish the poor, there will be more and more!”Aristibule was now hearing well, as the king had begun to speak very loud. He said thoughtfully, “Being poor is not very pleasant.”“On the contrary, it is very pleasant to be poor!” exclaimed the king. “There is nothing to do, outside of remaining poor.”For more philosophical tales : http://philosophical-story.com/