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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I often feel like licking the tanned bodies of women on magazine covers, until I
feel sick. Then I buy myself some caramel lollipops. As I nibble, memories crop
up. The year of the baccalaureate exam. No more tete-a-tStes with Mama, who's
Girls will feel their downy cheeks blush with pleasure. That's all literature is, that's
all it's ever been: an interminable stream of blather about the telltale signs of
lovesickness. What possesses them all, going on and on like that about love?
Today, yes, I do feel light underneath my fat, as when one has just squeezed out
the pale little worm of a blackhead. Inexplicable satiety and the agreeable feeling
of being right where I ought to be. Perhaps Belgium is the land of sugared ...
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