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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Old Zohra would let me sniff her wrinkled neck instead, redolent of sweet and
sour scents, a mysterious mixture of henna, clove, and citronella known only to
her. Overwhelmed with gratitude, I would bury my face in her neck like a crazed ...
Brighter hues, closer to red, mottle the neck of this strapping and athletic young
man with a florid complexion who always wears his shirt collar open at the neck.
Mama would certainly say that he's a "handsome animal." An expression she ...
There, high above the clouds, she'd let me sniff her neck. But her lips would still
be murmuring the magic formulae for getting us to our destination safe and sound
. Just thinking about it cracks me up. And while I'm busy writing, with a delicious ...
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Jacket description: "An international sensation from the moment of its first publication in France, Sweet Death is a novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor, and passion not easily forgotten. A ... Read full review