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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A burst of laughter as I pass by. Out of sight, out of mind. Back to their games
again. Squabbles. Snowballs. Have my hands ever touched snow? Just a
fingertip, in London, to see how much it burns. But the charivari of snowball fights,
Overwhelmed with gratitude, I would bury my face in her neck like a crazed
animal and inhale until I thought my lungs would burst. Without a word. It was
pleasant. Wonderful. These days, tartes Tatin have the same effect on me. I threw
out that ...
My handwriting has the half moth-eaten, half spongy look of the marks left on a
blotter. The boil burst. I scraped off the pus dribbling down my neck with a privet
leaf. The heart in my breast had burst too. Because of my mother, the Spaniard, ...
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