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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I might have been her rival, with dreamy eyes, a quick step on the dance floor, my
arched back swaying in a taffeta dress, a jasmine flower pinned to my
decolletage. But no. She has nothing to fear. Nothing. The walls are thin. In the
room next ...
Sallow complexion. Puffy cheeks, sprinkled with unidentifiable pimples. A face
like an overleavened brioche just about to pop. The only depression in this
plumpness: the big purplish-gray circles under my eyes. My dress is way too tight,
and I ...
The only dress I can still fit into is as tight as a girdle. Everything went as planned.
Except that I felt like crying when he asked me to come back soon. I managed to
swallow my tears, that salty poison. I warned the Student that he wouldn't be ...
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