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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Madagascar, where I'll never go. On the beach or by a private swimming pool,
Mama's girlfriends would display their gleaming tans, svelte figures, and silken
skin drenched in musky perfume. The puny little buttons of their withered breasts
Besides, I promised myself not to let her see me again before they return from
Madagascar for good. I feel that I'm going to give in, though. It's stronger than I am
. I'll go to Brussels. A very restless night. The effervescent anticipation of leaving ...
Her breath was an almost palpable mixture of raspberry and tobacco. Her voice
filled all the space between us, warm and fluid when she praised the ambience of
Brussels but tinged with bitterness to describe Madagascar. She spoke at length
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