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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Not one word, ever, about my extra pounds. From one fitting to the next,
everything has to be altered, the skirts and dresses let out. Slacks have been
permanently eliminated from my wardrobe. Now I could care less about fancy
outfits, or styles ...
effkurage — that light touch in massage — and also that rare capacity of giving
and feeling everything in one gentle stroke. Lying flat on the fake marble tabletop,
my fingers look like shameless sausages, pale and obscene, bunching up ...
I hate their screams, all screams, everything that shrieks and struggles and fights,
everything that pierces me to the heart, stabs at my memory and makes it bleed
bitterness. Beneath the bougainvillea arbor, horrible, cold violence. A crescendo
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