Sweet Death: A Novel
Told 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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It seemed necessary to me , from time immemorial , that I should disappear from
the face of the earth . And soon there was nothing left of my mortal coil , my
assailants , or the storm . I had become the spirit of the ocean . At that instant
My cheek still smarts from the pinch he bestowed on me , calling me “ pequeñita
mia " several times in his gravelly voice , a bit harsh and overbearing despite the
pleasure he seemed to take in calling me that . He put down his glass and ...
Nothing could have seemed more reasonable to me than his presence at my side
, and I thought it only natural that he should have taken off his shoes to make less
noise out in the hall . Kneeling against my bed , he leaned his head on my arm ...
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