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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My cheeks fall in a flaccid mass, pigmented here and there with oily blackheads
and red veinlets. My eyes are disappearing into grayish-mauve swellings; they've
already lost their shape. No trace of the eyeballs, or the brow ridge. Everything ...
My cheek still smarts from the pinch he bestowed on me, calling me "pequenita
mia" several times in his gravelly voice, a bit harsh and overbearing despite the
pleasure he seemed to take in calling me that. He put down his glass and picked
My mother had slipped on her jacket of raw silk, gathered her packages together,
made a few of the usual remarks, deposited a bright red kiss on each of my
cheeks, and closed the door behind her. Left in the armchair where she had been
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