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 Tour Saint-Jacques or myself, but with all due respect to the Surrealists, the
tower doesn't look at all like a sunflower. Not even behind my slowly drooping
eyelids, which let in only enough light to make crescent-shaped fireflies.
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 knocked at the door. Someone tried to get
the doorknob twist sharply. Someone quite determined to find me. Someone in a
hurry. The concierge? The landlord? I paid my rent in advance so I wouldn't be
disturbed. What if it was the Student? Crystal by crystal, my life is coming apart.
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