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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The fingers indistinguishable in the shapeless mass of my swollen hands. To
hang on until I overflow myself. At the moment, I don't horrify myself enough, not
yet. But I'm forgetting the most important thing: what I discovered after the bath.
... distilling the pleasant sensation of crispness in my mouth, all senses alert,
keeping my ears open, studying the paintings, my tongue on the lookout for a
shred of coconut, fingers toying with a cookie in the open package, nostrils 62
Seen upside-down, the pen nib is a tiny beetle held prisoner by my huge fingers,
and yet it's agile, proceeding by fits and starts of its hooked and curling paws,
leaving behind a shining black trail I enjoy watching as it dries. An incongruous
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