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's a sign that they haven't evacuated all the bodies from this temple of
intellectual ferment. The noble body. The body beautiful, to be molded in
accordance with the rediscovered standards of antiquity. The athletic body, to be
displayed in its ...
My arms no longer reach certain parts of my body. My hair is plastered down with
its own grease. My brown hair, licorice extract. The fairies bending over my cradle
gave me a sense of immoderation, that particular and fearsome instinct that ...
Once I overheard her talking to one of her girlfriends: "I was lucky, motherhood
didn't leave any marks on me, I still have the body of a young girl. And not one
vibex!" I looked in the encyclopedia to find out what a vibex was. A stretch mark.
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