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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The words burst out of me, fueled by an unsuspected violence. I'd suddenly
broken the unspoken agreement through which we had prudently avoided any
reference to our private lives. As a rule, nothing personal ever surfaced in our
Zohra was supposed to put me to bed, but I managed to elude her and burst into
the drawing room, where the guests were chatting while waiting to go in to dinner
. My cheek still smarts from the pinch he bestowed on me, calling me "pequenita
My handwriting has the half moth-eaten, half spongy look of the marks left on a
blotter. The boil burst. I scraped off the pus dribbling down my neck with a privet
leaf. The heart in my breast had burst too. Because of my mother, the Spaniard, ...
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