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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And Mama, the look on her face if my figure were suddenly to become more like
her own, and my face even prettier than hers — why not? I suspect she really
prefers me the way I am, even though I inconvenience her. I might have been her
Before sitting down to write, I put an oval mirror flat on the table, face up, in the
precise spot where I usually open this notebook. Looking down into it, I keep
track of the signs of my metamorphosis, so that not a single stage can escape me.
I can see the Spaniard full-face. I'm not afraid of him at all this time, because
there's something sad about him, something pathetic and reassuring. He's
imploring my mother. They raise their voices. He wants to see the little girl. He
wants to see ...
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