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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Studying is useful to me only in that it takes my mind off the ink stain. The muffled
atmosphere of the library. I amuse myself by nibbling on sweets while I watch
them all grinding away at their books. The caramelized sugar of the tarte latin
I watch myself getting fatter, I watch myself writing, my head above the mirror, one
cheek pressed against the table. 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 ...
... she would keep a close eye on her watch, that our time together wouldn't last
longer than two hours. What did I care about that festive little world on frozen
canals, the phantasmagoria of Hieronymus Bosch, and the glacial innocence of ...
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