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 legs really felt every step of the way. My clogged-up heart is beating wildly.
For the first time, climbing seven flights of stairs seemed an almost
insurmountable challenge. I collapsed on the bed; my legs felt like cement.
I placed a hand mirror on the floor tonight to examine this red hole between my
legs, an entrance that has never been used and never will be by anyone, not
even me. Suddenly I became very hungry, with violent stomach pains. I sucked
My legs are already giving way beneath the weight of my buttocks. Each time I
climb a flight of stairs, a little bit of life slips away from me. With great difficulty, I
pushed the table I use as a desk against my bed, and I carried several cartons of
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