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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And Mama, the look on her face if my figure were suddenly to become more like
her own, and my face even prettier than hers — why not? I suspect she really
prefers me the way I am, even though I inconvenience her. I might have been her
Before sitting down to write, I put an oval mirror flat on the table, face up, in the
precise spot where I usually open this notebook. Looking down into it, I keep
track of the signs of my metamorphosis, so that not a single stage can escape me.
My face will never be etched by time. My face will never tell a story, never reveal
its history. It seems to me that the scorpions in Zohra's legends weren't so bad. I
watch myself getting fatter, I watch myself writing, my head above the mirror, one
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