I was totally expecting to like this more since I've seen Casino Royale
the movie several times. Though it could have been *much* worse, that was still very much a disappointment.
But... why, in the name of everything that's sacred, does Bond talk about bedding Vesper *and even raping her* more than he talks about being in love with her, before he impulsively goes for a swim and decides he wants to propose the next day? That's not just violently misogynistic -- it's unrealistic. And everyone knows Ian Fleming doesn't write that crap to make fun of it or to offer a criticism about it. I don't care how
good the rest of the book was and that I should have expected something like that from the original man's man franchise; that's disgusting and it detracted two stars from my review.