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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... there are those who die of loving too much. Today's big discovery: the childish,
impudent pleasure of licking my fingers smeared with honey, jam, cream of
chestnuts, butterscotch, fruit yogurt, melted chocolate. My nails in every color of
My nails in every color of the rainbow. Mama's well-manicured hands. The strong,
heady odor of her nail polish. And what if I woke up skinny, or simply slender, or
just barely pudgy? Nightmare. What would become of me without my life ...
I had a ball at Le Drugstore, despite the reddish lighting that spoiled the color of
the cakes. I ate my fill of caramel custard and hot apple pie. A display stand of
exotic products presented impressive piles of pretty blue boxes. Metallic boxes ...
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Jacket description: "An international sensation from the moment of its first publication in France, Sweet Death is a novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor, and passion not easily forgotten. A ... Read full review