On Her Majesty's Secret Service (James Bond Novels)

Still reeling from The Spy Who Loved Me, and although the misogyny isn't quite as blatant in this one, it's still there like the icky film of burned milk on a stove top after a pot boils over. Pushing that aside - hard to do, Fleming had issues - this book reads so much better than TSWML that you almost overlook the overly-complicated, silly plot. The action is fun and the expected, had-to-happen ending is still sad even if the idea of "the love of his life" is not new territory for Bond - ahem, Gala Brand, Tiffany Case, Tatiana Romanova...