{"product_id":"no-greater-love-isbn-9780440213284","title":"No Greater Love","description":"It was the maiden voyage of the\u003ci\u003e Titanic\u003c\/i\u003e, the greatest ship ever built, and in one  fatal, unforgettable night, the sea shattered the lives and future of an extraordinary  family, the Winfields. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Edwina Winfield, returning from her engagement trip to England  with her fiance and her family, instantly loses her parents, the man she loved and  her dreams. Without even time to mourn, she courageously defies convention to run   her family's California newspaper and care for her five younger siblings. Unable  to forget her fiance Charles, she is determined never to marry, to  hkeep her family  together, and to fight to survive as a woman alone. But Phillip, her beloved oldest  brother, sets out for Harvard and tragically  betrays her trust. Madcap brother George  turns to the excitement of Hollywood during its magical days, not to the Winfield  publishing empire. And lovely Alexis, who narrowly escaped death when the \u003ci\u003eTitanic\u003c\/i\u003e went down, grows into a troubled runaway whom even Edwina's love may not be able  to save. The two youngest, Fannie and Teddy, remain with Edwina at home. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Compelling  and deeply moving, \u003cb\u003eNo Greater Love\u003c\/b\u003e questions a woman's choices and the price she  must pay for making them. And in an unforgettable climax, it offers an answer—as  Edwina confronts the ghosts haunting her and take an extraordinary risk for her future  and her heart.\u003cb\u003ePraise for Danielle Steel\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Steel is one of the best!”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Few modern writers convey the pathos of family and material life with such heartfelt empathy.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Philadelphia Inquirer\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Steel pulls out all the emotional stops. . . . She delivers!”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What counts for the reader is the ring of authenticity.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSan Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eDanielle Steel\u003c\/b\u003e has been hailed as one of the world’s most popular authors, with over 650 million copies of her novels sold. Her many international bestsellers include \u003ci\u003eCountry, Prodigal Son, Pegasus,\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eA Perfect Life, Power Play, Winners, First Sight, Until the End of Time, The Sins of the Mother, \u003c\/i\u003eand other highly acclaimed novels. She is also the author of \u003ci\u003eHis Bright Light,\u003c\/i\u003e the story of her son Nick Traina’s life and death; \u003ci\u003eA Gift of Hope, \u003c\/i\u003ea memoir of her work with the homeless; \u003ci\u003ePure Joy, \u003c\/i\u003eabout the dogs she and her family have loved; and the children’s book \u003ci\u003ePretty Minnie in Paris.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003ci\u003eChapter One \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e The only sound in the dining room was the ticking of the large,  ornate clock on the mantelpiece, and the occasional muffled rustling of a heavy linen  napkin. There were eleven people in the enormous dining room, and it was so cold  that Edwina could barely move her fingers.  She glanced down at them and caught the  gleam of her engagement ring in the morning sunlight, and then smiled, as she glanced  across the table at her parents.  Even with his eyes cast down at his plate, she  could see the mischief at the corner of her father's mouth.  And she was sure that  beneath the table, he was holding her mother's hand.  Left to themselves, they were  always teasing and laughing, and whispering playfully, and their friends liked to  say that it was no wonder they had six children.  At forty-one, Kate Winfield still  looked like a girl.  She had a lithe figure and a slim waist, and walking behind  them at a distance, it was often difficult to discern Kate from her oldest child,  Edwina, who was also tall and had shining dark hair and big blue eyes.  They were  very close, as the entire family was. It was a family in which people laughed and  talked and cried and hugged and joked, and great mischief was conducted daily.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was difficult now for Edwina to keep a straight face as she watched her brother  George make clouds of vapor with his breath in the arctic dining room, which their  uncle Rupert, Lord Hickham, liked to keep slightly colder than the North Pole.  The  Winfield children were used to none of this.  They were used to the comforts of their  American life in the warmer climate of California. They had come all the way from  San Francisco a month before to stay with their aunt and uncle, and announce Edwina's  engagement.  Their ties to England seemed to be repeating themselves.  Kate's sister,  Elizabeth, had married Lord Rupert twenty-four years before, and she had come to  England to be the second viscountess and the mistress of Havermoor Manor.  At twenty-one,  she had met the much older Lord Hickham when he had come to California with friends,  and she'd been swept off her feet.  More than two decades later, her nieces and nephews  found it difficult to understand the attraction.   Lord Hickham was distant and gruff,  inhospitable in the extreme, he never seemed to  laugh, and it was obvious to all  of them that he found it extremely unpleasant having children in his house.  It wasn't  that he \u003ci\u003edisliked\u003c\/i\u003e them, Aunt Liz always explained, it was just that he wasn't \u003ci\u003eused\u003c\/i\u003e to them, never having had any of his own.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This by way of explanation for his being  most unamused when George put several small tadpoles in his ale, after Uncle Rupert  went duck hunting with their father.  In truth, Rupert had long since stopped wanting  children of his own. Long since, he had felt he needed an heir for Havermoor Manor,  and his other large estates, but eventually it was obvious that that was not part  of the Grand Plan.  His first wife had suffered several miscarriages before dying  in childbed some seventeen years before he married Liz.  And he had always blamed  Liz for not bearing him any children either, not that he would have wanted as many  as Kate and Bertram had, and he would most assuredly have wanted his to be better  behaved than theirs were.  It was absolutely shocking, he assured his wife, what  they let their children get away with.  But Americans were known for that.  No sense  of dignity or control, no education, no discipline  whatsoever. He was, however,  enormously relieved that Edwina was marrying young Charles Fitzgerald.  Perhaps there  was some hope for her after all, he had said grudgingly when Liz told him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lord  Hickham was in his seventieth year, and he had  been less than pleased when Kate  wrote to her sister and asked if they could all come and stay.  They were going to  London to meet the Fitzgeralds and announce the engagement, but Rupert was aghast  at the idea of all of them coming to Havermoor after that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"What, with their entire  brood?\" He had looked horrified when Liz gently asked him the question over breakfast.   It was almost Christmas then and they wanted to come in March.  And Liz had hoped  that with enough time to reassure him, Rupert might actually let them do it.  Liz  longed to have her sister come, and have the children brighten her dreary days.   She had come to hate Havermoor in twenty-four years of living there with Rupert,  and she missed her sister, and the happy girlhood they had shared in California.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Rupert was a difficult man to live with, and theirs had never become the marriage  she had dreamed of.  Early on, she had been impressed with his dignified airs, his  title, his acute politeness with her, and his stories about the \"civilized life\"  they all led in England.  They were twenty-five years apart in age, and when she  had arrived at Havermoor she had been shocked to find the Manor dismally depressing  and in shocking disrepair.  Rupert had kept a house in London in those days as well,  but within a very short time, Liz had discovered that he never used it.  And after  four years of never setting foot in it, he had sold it  to a good friend.  Children  might have helped, she felt, and she was anxious to start a family and hear young,  happy voices echoing in the somber halls.  But year after year, it became more obvious  that this was not to be her fate, and she lived only to see Kate's children on her  rare visits back to San Francisco.  And eventually, even those small pleasures were  denied her, as Rupert became too ill to travel much of the time, and finally announced  that he was too old.  Rheumatism, gout, and just plain old age discouraged him from  roaming the world anymore and as he needed his wife to wait on him night and day,  Liz was trapped at Havermoor with him.  More often than she liked to admit, she found  herself dreaming of going back to San Francisco, but she hadn't been able to go there  in years.  All of which made Kate and the children's visit all the more important  to her, and she was all the more grateful when Rupert finally said they could stay  with them,  as long as they didn't stay forever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This proved to be even more wonderful  than Liz had expected.  It had been several years since they'd last come, and she  was overjoyed.  And her long walks in the garden with her sister were all that she  had longed for in her years away.  Once upon a time, the two had been almost like  twins, and now Liz was amazed to see Kate still looking so youthful and so pretty.   And she was obviously still very much in love with Bert.  It made Liz regret again  that she had ever married Rupert.  Over the years, she had often  wondered what life  might have been like had she never become Lady Hickham and instead married someone  in the States.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She and Kate had been so carefree as young girls, so happy at home  with their doting parents.  They had each been properly presented to Society at eighteen,  and for a short time they had both had a wonderful time going to dinners and balls  and parties, and then too quickly, Rupert had appeared, and Liz had left for England  with him.  And somehow, although she had lived in England for more than half of her  life now, Liz was never able to feel that she truly belonged here.  She had never  been able to alter the course of anything that Rupert had already established at  Havermoor Manor before she arrived.  She was almost like a guest here, a guest with  no influence, no control, and one who was not even very welcome.  Since she had failed  to produce an heir, her very presence there seemed without purpose.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her life seemed  so totally in contrast to her sister Kate's.  How could Kate possibly understand?  With her handsome dark-haired young husband, and her six beautiful children who had  come like gifts from heaven at regular intervals for most of the twenty-two happy  years they'd been married.  There were three sons and three daughters, all full of  high spirits and good health, with their parents' beauty and intelligence, and lively  sense of humor.  And the odd thing was that although Kate and Bert seemed almost  too blessed, when one saw them, one had absolutely no doubt that  they deserved it.   Although Liz had envied her sister for years, and often said as much, she could  never allow herself to be jealous in an ugly sense.  It all seemed so right, and  Kate and Bert were such basically good and kind and decent people.  They were all  too well aware of the riches of joy they had, and often made a point of saying as  much to the children.  It made Liz nostalgic for what she had never known...the love  of a child...and the obviously warm loving relationship that Kate shared with her  husband.  Living with Rupert had made Liz quiet over the years.  There seemed so  little to say anymore, and no one to whom to say it.  Rupert was never particularly  interested in her.  He was interested in his estates and his ducks and his grouse  and his pheasants and, when he was younger, his horses and his dogs, but a wife was  of relatively little use to him, especially now with his gout bothering him so much  of the time.  She could bring him his wine, and ring for the servants, and help him  up to bed, but his sleeping quarters were far, far down the hall from hers, and had  been for many years, once he had understood that there would be no children from  her.  All they shared was regret, and a common home, and the chill loneliness that  they shared there. All of which made a visit from the Winfields like throwing back  the shutters, tearing down the curtains, and letting in the sunshine and fresh clean  air of a California springtime.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There was a small hiccup, and then a stifled giggle   at the other end of the table from where Liz and Kate sat on either side of Lord  Rupert, who appeared not to have heard it.  The two women exchanged a smile.  Liz  looked ten years younger than she had when they arrived.  Seeing her sister and her  nieces and nephews always seemed to revive her sagging spirits.  It always broke  Kate's heart to see how her sister had aged, and how lonely she was living here in  the bleak countryside, in a house she hated, with a man who very clearly did not  love her, and probably never had.  And now she felt the anguish of their leaving.   In less than an hour they'd be gone.  And Lord only knew when they'd come back to  England.  Kate had invited her to come to San Francisco to prepare for Edwina's wedding,  but Liz felt she couldn't leave Rupert for that long and promised to come in August  for the wedding.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The hiccup at the other end of the table was almost a relief,  as Kate glanced down at nearly-six-year-old Alexis.  George was whispering something  to her, and Alexis was about to erupt in gales of giggles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Shhh .  .  .\" Kate  whispered, smiling at them, and glancing at Rupert.  Their own breakfast table usually  sounded like a Fourth of July picnic, but here they had to behave, and the children  had been very good about following Rupert's rules this time, and he seemed to have  mellowed slightly with age.  He had taken sixteen-year-old Phillip hunting several  times, and although Phillip had admitted to  his father that he hated it, he was  always polite, and he had thanked his uncle and gone with him.  But Phillip was like  that,  wanting to please everyone, he was always kind, gentlemanly, polite, and astonishingly  thoughtful for a boy his age.  It was difficult to believe he was just sixteen, and  he was clearly the most responsible of all the Winfield children.  Except for Edwina,  of course, but she was twenty, and full grown, and in five months she would have  a home and a husband of her own.  And a year after that, she hoped perhaps even her  own baby.  It was hard to believe, Kate kept reminding herself, that her oldest child  was old enough to be married and have children.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They were going home now to attend  to all the preparations for the wedding and Charles was coming back to the States  with them as well.  He was twenty-five years old, and he was head over heels in love  with Edwina.  They had met, by chance, in San Francisco, and they had been courting  since the summer before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The wedding was going to be in August, and they were taking  with them yards and yards of the exquisite ivory fabric that Kate and Edwina had  bought in London for her dress.  Kate was going to have her dressmaker in San Francisco  embroider it with tiny pearls, and the veil was being made by a Frenchwoman who had  just come to London from Paris.  Lady Fitzgerald was going to bring it over with  her, when they came to San Francisco in late July.  And there 0 would be lots to  do in the meantime.  Bertram Winfield was one of the most prominent men in California.   He and his family owned one of San Francisco's most established newspapers, and  there were hundreds of people they had to invite to the wedding.  Kate and Edwina  had been working on the list for a month.  And it was already well over five hundred  people.  But Charles had only laughed when Edwina warned him that there might even  be more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It would have been far, far worse in London.  There were seven hundred  two years ago when my sister got married.  Thank God, I was still in Delhi.\" He had  been traveling for the past four years.  After two years in India with the military,  he had then ventured to Kenya where he had spent a year, traveling, and visiting  friends, and Edwina loved hearing about all of  his adventures. She had begged to  go to Africa on their honeymoon, but he thought something a little tamer might be  in order.  They were planning to spend the autumn in Italy and France, and they wanted  to be back in London by Christmas.  Edwina secretly hoped that she'd be pregnant  by then.  She was madly in love with Charles, and she wanted a large family like  her own, and a relationship like the happy one she'd always seen between her parents.   It wasn't that they didn't fight from time to time, they did, and it almost shook  the chandeliers in their San Francisco house when their mother really lost her temper,  but along with the anger, there was always love.  There was always tenderness and  forgiveness and compassion, and you always knew, no matter what, how much Kate and  Bertram loved each other, and that was exactly what Edwina wanted when she married  Charles.  She didn't want anything more or less than that, she didn't need an important  man, or a title, or a fancy manor house.  She wanted none of the things that had  once foolishly drawn her Aunt Liz to Uncle Rupert.  She wanted goodness, and a sense  of humor, and a fine mind, someone she could laugh with, and talk to, and work hard  with.  It was true that theirs would be an easy life, and Charles enjoyed sports  and going out with friends, and had never been burdened with having to earn a living,  but he had the right values and she respected him, and one day he would have his  father's seat in the House of Lords.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And just as Edwina did, Charles wanted  at least half a dozen children.  Her parents had had seven, although one had died  at birth, a baby boy who had been between her and Phillip, which had made Phillip  feel even more responsible about everything.  It was as though he were taking someone  else's place by being the eldest son now, and everything he did, or that touched  him, seemed to put more responsibility on Phillip's shoulders.  All of which made  life very simple for George who, at twelve, felt his only mission in life was to  amuse everyone, and responsibility was the furthest thing from his mind at any moment.   He tortured Alexis and the little ones  whenever he could, and felt that it fell  to him to lighten his older brother's more austere behavior, and he did that by short-sheeting  his bed, or putting harmless snakes in his shoes, a well-placed mouse was useful  here and there, and pepper in his morning coffee, just to start his day off right.   Phillip clearly felt that George had been visited on him to ruin his existence,  and during his rare and extremely cautious pursuits of the opposite sex, George always  seemed to appear, ready to lend his expert assistance.  George was in no way shy  around girls, or around anyone for that matter.  On the ship coming over, it seemed  as though everywhere Kate and Bertram went, they were greeted by enchanted acquaintances  of their second son...\"Oh, \u003ci\u003eyou're\u003c\/i\u003e George's parents! .  .  .\" as Kate inwardly cringed,  wondering what he had done now, and Bertram laughed, amused by the boy's harmless  pranks and high spirits.  The shyest one was their next born, little Alexis with  her halo of white-blond curls and huge blue eyes.  The others all had dark hair and  blue eyes, like Kate and Bert, except Alexis, who was so fair her hair looked almost  white in the sunlight.  It was as though the angels had given George all their mischief  and courage, and they had given Alexis something very delicate and rare.  And everywhere  she went, people looked at her and stared and talked about how pretty she was.  And  within minutes, she would disappear into thin air, only to reappear again, quietly,  as though on silent wings, hours later.  She was Kate's \"baby girl,\" and her father's  \"special baby,\" and it was rare that she ever spoke to anyone else. She lived happily  within the confines of her family, and was protected by all. She was always there,  silent, seeing, yet saying very little.  And she would spend hours in the garden  sometimes, making garlands for her mother's hair. Her parents meant everything to  her, although she also loved Edwina.  But Edwina was actually closer to their next  born, four-year-old Frances.  Fannie, as she was called by everyone; Fannie of the  sweet round cheeks, and chubby hands and sturdy little legs.  She had a smile that  melted everyone's heart, especially her daddy's, and like Edwina, she had blue eyes  and shining black hair.  She looked exactly like their father, and she had his good  nature.  She was always happy, and smiling, and content wherever she was, not unlike  baby Teddy.  He was two, and the apple of his mother's eye.  He was talking now,  and discovering everything around him, with a headful of curls and a cheerful belly  laugh.  He loved to run away and make Oona chase him.  She was a very sweet Irish  girl who had fled Ireland at fourteen, and Kate had been grateful to find her in  San Francisco.  She was eighteen years old, and a great help to Kate with all of  them.  Oona would tell Kate reproachfully that she spoiled little Teddy.  And she  laughingly admitted that she did.  She indulged all of them at times because she  loved them so dearly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But what Kate marveled at each year was how different they  all were, what totally unique and individual people they were, and how varied their  needs. Everything about them was different, their attitudes, their aspirations, their  reactions to her, and life, and each other...from Alexis's  timidity and many fears,  to Phillip's staunch sense of responsibility, to George's complete lack of it, to  Edwina's strong, quiet self-assurance.  She had always been so thoughtful and so  kind, thinking of everyone before herself, that it was a relief to Kate to see her  now, head over heels in love with Charles, and enjoying it so much.  She deserved  it.   For years, she had been her mother's right hand, and it seemed time to Kate  now for Edwina to have her own life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She only wished that she weren't moving to  England.  This was the second time in her life that she had lost someone she loved  to foreign shores.  And she could only hope that her daughter would be happier than  her sister Liz had been there, but fortunately Charles was entirely  different from  Rupert.  Charles was charming and intelligent and attractive and kind, and Kate thought  he would make a wonderful husband.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They were meeting Charles that morning at the  White Star dock in Southampton. He had agreed to go back to the States with them,  in part because he couldn't bear the thought of leaving Edwina for the next four  months, and also because Bert had insisted that he sail with them as an engagement  present.  They were sailing on a brand-new ship, on her maiden voyage.  And all of  them were enormously excited.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They were still sitting in the dining room at Havermoor  Manor, and Alexis was starting to laugh out loud, as George said something outrageous  in an undertone and then made more vapor with his breath in the frigid air.  Bertram  was starting to chuckle at his children, when Rupert stood up at last, and they were  free to go.  Bert came around the table to say good-bye to him, and shook his brother-in-law's  hand.  And for once, Rupert was actually sorry to see him go.  He liked Bert, he  had even come to like Kate over the years, although he was still rather tentative  about their children.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It's been wonderful staying with you here, Rupert.  Come  back to see us in San Francisco,\" Bertram said, and almost meant it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I'm afraid  I'm a bit beyond it.\" They had already agreed that Liz would travel to San Francisco  for the wedding with Charles's parents.  She was just relieved that Rupert would  let her go at all, and she could hardly wait.  She had already picked her dress in  London with Kate and Edwina.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"If you feel up to it, come.\" The two men shook hands  again.  Rupert was glad they had come, and now glad again that they were  going.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Do write and tell us about the ship.  She must be quite something.\" He looked  envious, but only for a moment.  And this time Liz was not envious at all. Just thinking  about boats of any kind made her desperately seasick.  She was already dreading the  crossing in July.  \"Will you write about it for the paper, Bert?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bert smiled.   He seldom, if ever, wrote anything for his own paper, except for an occasional editorial,  when he couldn't restrain himself.  But this time, he had to admit, he had thought  about it more than once.  \"I might.  If I do, I'll send you a copy when we run it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Rupert put an arm around Bert's shoulders, and walked him to the door, as Edwina  and Kate rounded up the younger children with Oona, the Irish girl, and saw to it  that everyone went to the bathroom before they left for Southampton.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was still  shockingly early, the sun was just coming up, and they had a three-hour drive ahead  of them to Southampton.   Rupert had delegated his chauffeur and two of the stableboys  to take them to Southampton in three cars with what little luggage they still had.   Most of the trunks had gone down the day before, and would be waiting for them in  their staterooms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And within a few moments, the children had piled into all three  cars, Edwina and Phillip with some of the luggage, and George, who insisted on sitting  with the stableboy who was at the wheel, Oona with Fannie and little Teddy and the  rest of their bags in another car, and Kate and Bertram were going to ride in Rupert's  own Silver Ghost with Alexis.  Liz had volunteered to come with them, but Kate had  insisted that it was too long a journey.  They would see each other in four months  anyway, and it would be too lonely for her coming back alone in the empty convoy.   Instead the two women embraced, and for a long moment, Liz held her fast, not knowing  why she felt so emotional this morning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Take good care...I'll miss you so.  .   .  .\"  It seemed so painful seeing her go this time, as though she just couldn't  bear too many more partings.  Liz hugged her again, and Kate laughed, straightening  the very stylish hat that Bertram had bought her in London.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It'll be August before  you know it, Liz,\" Kate whispered gently in her sister's ear, \"and you'll be home  again.\" She kissed her cheek, and then pulled away to look at her, wishing that Liz  didn't look so worn and so dejected.  It made her think again of Edwina's moving  to England when she married Charles, and Kate could only pray that her daughter's  life would turn out to be happier than her sister's.  She hated the thought of her  being so far away, just as she hated the thought of leaving Liz here now, as Rupert  harrumphed, and instructed their drivers, and urged them to leave so they wouldn't  miss the ship.  She was sailing in just under five hours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"She's sailing at noon,  isn't she?\" He pulled out his pocket watch and consulted Bert, as Kate gave Liz a  last hug and then climbed into the car, pulling Alexis in beside her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Yes, she  is.  We'll be there in plenty of time.\" It was seven-thirty in the morning on the  tenth of April.America's #1 bestseller","brand":"Dell","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301023568101,"sku":"NP9780440213284","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780440213284.jpg?v=1767733794","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/no-greater-love-isbn-9780440213284","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}