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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For the disturbing sensation of chewing anonymously, slumped down in my seat.
For the lips dancing along the cone or popsicle stick. For the crazy race between
the tongue and the ice cream melting too quickly in the darkness. Thanks to a ...
I'm familiar with the gamut of chewing noises from having eaten alone so many
times. I listen to sugar's lengthy progress inside me, a funereal pace that will drag
on through all the rest of my fattening-up. As a little girl, on those rare occasions ...
Mama's right. As it happens, I've never liked wearing lipstick. Smiling: too much
effort for me. I was a perfect waxwork. Then along came the sweets. In small
amounts, at first. A stick of chewing gum, a jellybean, a praline, a piece 33 Sweet
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