Who could resist a book "Replete with elegant, enigmatic women . . . explosions, torture and sudden death"? Certainly not me. From this one I went on to read other Fleming books, but I also discovered Alistair MacLean, Donald Hamilton, Len Deighton, and a host of others. Reading them led me to reading crime fiction by the truckload.
It's always interesting for me to speculate about how I got from there to here. I know for sure that one of the things that got me here was Casino Royale. So thanks, Mr. Fleming. And Mr. Bond, too.
The retitled edition pictured here, by the way, isn't the one I originally read. It's one I picked up later, and maybe the only one that refers to "Jimmy Bond."