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A gray mist soon clouded up the tearoom windows, thus drawing a curtain over
the outside world. I was surrounded by the sweet warmth of fruit tarts and
chocolates. The Tatin sisters loved me. Outside had ceased to exist. I should
have liked ...
His long, delicate, slightly bony hands make me think of the subtle elegance of a
distinguished pianist who would unconsciously transform everything he touched.
The ordinary table service in the tearoom becomes crystal or porcelain in his ...
And while I'm busy writing, with a delicious frangipane sitting on the table in front
of me, the other customers in the tearoom must be thinking, as my mother used to
remark to me on the plane, that I could learn to be a little more discreet.
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Jacket description: "An international sensation from the moment of its first publication in France, Sweet Death is a novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor, and passion not easily forgotten. A ... Read full review