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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My frying body would twitch like an animal in its death throes. I'd hoist myself up,
getting painfully to my feet. I'd plunge into the turquoise depths of the swimming
pool. Oil slicks from the melting of my very substance would stain 3i Sweet Death.
The cesspool, the brewery, the death house of cells, the wrinkle and fat factory,
the sugar sinkhole, what do they say about that one? How they infuriate me, all of
them, with their stupid talk! What am I doing here, when I have nothing to learn ...
The mint tea doesn't quench my thirst after I've eaten so much sugar. Stuffing
myself to death. I'm gaining weight steadily. I can tell from the trouble I'm having
getting my skirts to close. All my zippers are popping. The hooks and eyes too.
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