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.
Results 1-3 of 14
I had a ball at Le Drugstore, despite the reddish lighting that spoiled the color of
the cakes. I ate my fill of caramel custard and hot apple pie. A display stand of
exotic products presented impressive piles of pretty blue boxes. Metallic boxes ...
Closing my eyes, I lifted off the top with a trembling hand and guessed the color
of the ointment from its perfume. I knew all of them and disliked only one. When
the lot fell on this bizarre mixture of cucumber and avocado, I cheated. I said the ...
He left as he had come. Forever. Today, in my hand, there's only a jumble of lines
, some deep, some faint, the maze of my life. I've finally found the way out. The
Student's hair is as dark as the Spaniard's. A beautiful inky black. A black the
What people are saying - Write a review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - kaxxie - LibraryThing
Jacket description: "An international sensation from the moment of its first publication in France, Sweet Death is a novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor, and passion not easily forgotten. A ... Read full review