The absolute best part of the book is when they end up in the Tampa/St Pete area surrounded by a plethora of retirees. It's an awkward ride.Īnd believe me, you will feel every moment of it. And of course, he wouldn't be Bond if he didn't think women were like toilet paper - soft, necessary, and ultimately flushable. Now, if you've read this one you'll know what I'm talking about when I say it's filled to the brim with hyper-cringy backhanded compliments towards black people. And it's still pure luck that he and Solitare survive, but at least this time around he can say he took out some of the agents.Īgents of arguably the dumbest acronym to say out loud. Though, unlike in the 1st book, Bond plays an active role in taking out the bad guys by planting some underwater bombs.

He's also off sniffing his farts as his friend (the American agent Felix Leiter) gets parts of himself literally EATEN OFF BY A SHARK.Īnd survives! Because he is a badass, and I'll admit that was kind of a cool twist. He then has the gall to be shocked when she immediately gets kidnapped by the villain. Insisting she will be fine when he leaves her alone. He not only fails to notice fairly obvious traps, but in a spectacularly stupid move he also blatantly ignores the bad feeling his clairvoyant love interest has in being left alone.

Once again, Bond is caught completely unawares over and over again. Bean were given a license to kill and set loose on the world. I wondered if Casino Royale was some sort of Batman Year One kind of thing and James would begin to progress as an agent with each book. Ho-ly shit, you are terrible at your job, Mr.

Live and let die ian fleming book