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 often feel like licking the tanned bodies of women on magazine covers, until I
feel sick. Then I buy myself some caramel lollipops. As I nibble, memories crop
up. The year of the baccalaureate exam. No more tete-a-tetes with Mama, who's ...
Stretched out face up on the bench, with my knees crooked and the notebook
braced against my thighs, I still don't feel very well. The dozen hot croissants I just
wolfed down are lying heavily on my stomach. Nothing more indigestible than ...
As this night wears on to its end, I feel like crying uncle, and bring on the hemlock
, the cyanide capsule, the poisoned arrow. Let the scorpion do its work, as it was
supposed to. Zohra, what have you done with your meddling? Life is standing ...
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