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'm not hungry," I said. "And anyway, I've got enough fat stored away to last me
for a while." Ridiculous lie. She believed me. She didn't say anything. But what
relief in her expression. As if it were her own weight in the balance. I brought it off.
Unless he's enjoying the show she's putting on. I couldn't care less about their life
. And yet it hangs heavily over me, with all its weight of noise and indiscretion.
When that happens I'm driven to sucking on tubes of sweetened condensed milk.
... 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. They don't worry about their
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