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The first books my Dad ever read for pleasure (being dyslexic and pretty poorly schooled) were James Bond books. A co-apprentice lent him Dr No with the promise of sex scenes, and Dad - a horny 19 yo with no other options - ploughed through it in hope. Only to find he loved the action and the style as much as the exy-sexy.
It's not Fleming's first James Bond book of course, but it was the first film, and remains Dad's favourite.
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