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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There's always the spacious family bathroom at my disposal. The luxury of mauve
towels, dainty soaps scented with honeysuckle, bath salts of seaweed and
rosemary, sweet almond oils. Mama's perfumed realm. And me, the intruder
A gray mist soon clouded up the tearoom windows, thus drawing a curtain over
the outside world. I was surrounded by the sweet warmth of fruit tarts and
chocolates. The Tatin sisters loved me. Outside had ceased to exist. I should
have liked ...
My hatred of sweets was equaled only by my hunger for all those fragrances. And
I would willingly have munched on ambergris and musk if there had been
candies in those flavors. They would offer me fruit, a pastry, some orangeade. I
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