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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... head back to fill myself with a substance so light it's like drinking an illusion . It never occurred to me simply to lie down . By the time I thought of that , there was barely enough left to festoon my lips with a lacy hem . To renew ...
... head back to fill myself with a substance so light it's like drinking an illusion . It never occurred to me simply to lie down . By the time I thought of that , there was barely enough left to festoon my lips with a lacy hem . To renew ...
Page 79
... head like a trophy . He laughed heartily and kept looking at my mother . But Mama wasn't laughing . She was slowly stroking a lock of her hair , curling it behind her ear , to soothe a kind of anguish that seemed to possess her . A half ...
... head like a trophy . He laughed heartily and kept looking at my mother . But Mama wasn't laughing . She was slowly stroking a lock of her hair , curling it behind her ear , to soothe a kind of anguish that seemed to possess her . A half ...
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... head on my arm . " Don't tell anyone that I came here . It's a secret , just between us . " The nascent bald spot on the crown of his head looked to me like a huge gleaming eye in a tangle of thick eyelashes . My fingers went exploring ...
... head on my arm . " Don't tell anyone that I came here . It's a secret , just between us . " The nascent bald spot on the crown of his head looked to me like a huge gleaming eye in a tangle of thick eyelashes . My fingers went exploring ...
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