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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On the beach or by a private swimming pool, Mama's girlfriends would display
their gleaming tans, svelte figures, and silken skin drenched in musky perfume.
The puny little buttons of their withered breasts would stick up under tiny triangles
Luckily my skin is smooth, without a trace of down or hair. The honey spreads
easily. It sticks to the skin. It doesn't dribble the way even the thickest kinds of jam
do. Afterward, I lick myself slowly, with the diligence of a cat 55 Sweet Death.
Nothing left but two humid brown slits at the surface of the skin, a fragile gleam,
the faintest recollection of eyes. The contour of the chin is sinking into the
flabbiness of a flushed and voluminous neck, where lymph glands can be seen
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