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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Too bad about the creme de cassis, such a delightful flavor. I'm fighting against
irresistible drowsiness; my handwriting has degenerated into filiform marks that
may prove indecipherable later on. Tiny beetle tipsy on liqueur, you're marinating
Licking my hot, clammy fingers, I'm surprised by the forgotten flavor of salt. I
thought I was exuding a sugary solution, but no. Apparently my body is still
functioning normally. My sweat definitely has the same old unbearable taste. The
ink soaks ...
I've already had a bellyful of the fundamental insipidity of existence, and I know
that only cakes have flavor. Those ladies really appeal to me, laughing so heartily
as they stuff themselves with chocolate pudding and raspberry mousse.
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