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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The memory of animal flesh skinned for the beautification of ladies, the reeking
odor breathed to the point of nausea in blood- spattered nightmares against a
background of ice floes. Those dreams have made me sensitive to the cold. My
Unpleasant sensation. Like biting down on a gritty clump of yeast in a poorly
cooked apple turnover. Better stop writing. Anyway, I've got plenty of cookies left.
Still on the train. Back from the toilet. Unbearable nausea is putting me off my
Mama's body doesn't make noise. It sings. The unruly clouds of dense air that
have formed inside my chest collide with the unchanged boundaries of my rib
cage. Despite my size, I've still got the skeleton of a child. Nausea. Someone
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