I picked up the 1956 paperback edition at an antique store for a few bucks. Being a big fan of the Bond films, I was curious about how faithful the films are to Fleming's work. It's hard to read it now without picturing Sean Connery and Jill St. John. The book is quite different from the film, Much less violence, and Bond is more often doing paperwork or actually sleeping in his hotel room instead of the usual antics in the films. No Blofeld, no Willard Whyte, no gadgets, no Bambi and Thumper, but instead a serious organized international crime syndicate. It's a fun read, though.