{"product_id":"the-dybbuk-in-love-0809550776","title":"The Dybbuk in Love","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN:\u003c\/strong\u003e 0809550776\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/strong\u003e Sonya Taaffe\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCondition:\u003c\/strong\u003e New\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe color of his eyes had not changed, neither their depth nor their focus; his voice was as relaxed and nasal as the first time he spoke to her in the library. But he was looking through his eyes now, not with them: panes of stonewashed stained glass, and she said, dead-end recognition, Menachem. Something like ice and brandy sunfished up into her throat, sluice and burn past her heart; she put it from her, as she had weeks ago put away her surprise. Wondering for how long this time, she gave her greeting to this new face. I was wondering when youd turn up. Dybbuk: plural, dybbuks or dybbukim; from the Hebrew levadek, to cling or cleave. In Eastern Europe, at the end of the nineteenth century, a restless spirit that possesses a living person until exorcised. On the East Coast, at the beginning of the twenty-first, a dead man with a thousand faces and a single desire . . .\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Mia Karts","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":68108700057888,"sku":"NEW0809550776","price":15.0,"currency_code":"CAD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0980\/7426\/3840\/files\/715JeXaodcL.jpg?v=1793680161","url":"https:\/\/miakarts.com\/en-ca\/products\/the-dybbuk-in-love-0809550776","provider":"Miakarts Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}