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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I'd deprived her of a complicity she thought was hers alone. I was rather pleased
with myself. She made the little girl get off before their expected stop, I'm sure of it.
Out on the sidewalk, the child turned around to wave to me. The bus drove off.
I thought: Perhaps she doesn't exist, perhaps she's just an apparition? Then she
got up, sighing contentedly, and disappeared for good into another room to get
dressed. That's when I took her place at the dressing table. All lined up on the ...
I thought it was the end. But no. I'm getting around more easily. Have the
impression of floating, a mental rather than a physical sensation. I dream of
intermingling with water. Is that why I have more and more cravings for fruit juices
, milkshakes ...
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