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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On a fine spring day much like this one, but even more beautiful, the
bougainvillea arbor was alive with the humming of insects. The embassy gardens
were deserted. It was siesta time. Mama was lying down on a chaise longue, her
eyes half ...
Suddenly a silhouette appeared beneath the arch of bougainvilleas, right behind
Mama. A man in a light suit. The Spaniard. I recognized him immediately. And yet
I'd seen him only once before: a memorable occasion. I was very young at the ...
I hate their screams, all screams, everything that shrieks and struggles and fights,
everything that pierces me to the heart, stabs at my memory and makes it bleed
bitterness. Beneath the bougainvillea arbor, horrible, cold violence. A crescendo
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