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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rudimentary femininity swathed in cellulite. Seen, the obese little monster feeding
its one hundred and seventy-six pounds. Seen, the stubborn girl who stopped
growing at just under five feet tall so as not to be overlooked and who gains ...
Must place between us the layer of cellulite I use as shield and armor against the
world. I'm much too used to my own solitary company to risk disturbing my silent
tranquility. He wants to read my papers, all my compositions, every last page, ...
Noses buried in egg custard, they remember their tummies kept tightly under
wraps, their unstylish waists, the creeping advance of cellulite that had to be
rubbed away with a friction glove. No more of those tortures. They dig right in, as
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