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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... on the bed, holding the can up in the air, perfectly straight, my finger slowly
pressing the pleasure switch, I watched the long snake of vanilla foam surge out
of the plastic nozzle and disappear into the moist depths of my gaping mouth.
When that happens I'm driven to sucking on tubes of sweetened condensed milk.
I stick the opening in my mouth and close my eyes, letting the thick syrup slowly
ooze out. Can they hear my slurping noises when I get to the end of the tube?
Pure syrup. Plunging a straw into liquid rubies, like blood rushing to my mouth.
Endless suckling. My lips keep their hold on the translucid straw until the last
drop of the delicious drink. A revulsion for milk, unless it's sweetened with
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