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'm not hungry," I said. "And anyway, I've got enough fat stored away to last me
for a while." Ridiculous lie. She believed me. She didn't say anything. But what
relief in her expression. As if it were her own weight in the balance. I brought it off.
hour when the city crowds are still asleep and I can walk my weight around
without brushing up against another living soul. An hour of misanthropy. I savor
for an extraordinary moment a city that is mine alone, like a huge cake I have all
My legs are already giving way beneath the weight of my buttocks. Each time I
climb a flight of stairs, a little bit of life slips away from me. With great difficulty, I
pushed the table I use as a desk against my bed, and I carried several cartons of
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