Sweet Death: A NovelTold with dazzling narrative brilliance and the haunting power of an impassioned soliloquy, an astonishing parable of a woman's obsession of sweets and delicacies is seen. A novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor and passion not easily forgotten. |
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Page 59
... don't remember . It was somewhere in a dream . Or in lonely solitude . I'm definitely worse today . Awakened to a deep fatigue . Moving around makes me giddy . I haven't been to classes for a week now . I don't feel up to going outside ...
... don't remember . It was somewhere in a dream . Or in lonely solitude . I'm definitely worse today . Awakened to a deep fatigue . Moving around makes me giddy . I haven't been to classes for a week now . I don't feel up to going outside ...
Page 75
... don't need a mirror . I look at myself quite enough . In fact , that's my main occupation . I know who I am , what I look like , and the effect I produce . It's all planned , calculated , willed . " The words burst out of me , fueled by ...
... don't need a mirror . I look at myself quite enough . In fact , that's my main occupation . I know who I am , what I look like , and the effect I produce . It's all planned , calculated , willed . " The words burst out of me , fueled by ...
Page 107
... don't understand at all . My mother , beautiful at the height of her arrogance . The boil has taken over half my chin . I hold my breath so they won't know I'm here . I can see the Spaniard full - face . I'm not afraid of him at all ...
... don't understand at all . My mother , beautiful at the height of her arrogance . The boil has taken over half my chin . I hold my breath so they won't know I'm here . I can see the Spaniard full - face . I'm not afraid of him at all ...
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