In print: The Spy Who Loved Me by Ian Fleming (1962)

The Spy Who Loved Me is considered by many to be the weakest writing by Ian Fleming for the entire James Bond series. I'll get to that later.

When a beautiful young woman named Viv gets caught up with the mob and an insurance scam, James Bond happens to drop in to save the day.

Rather than writing the book from the third person leaning towards the perspective of James Bond like the rest of the Bond series, this book is written from the first person perspective of Viv. Most Bond fans HATE that. However, in my opinion, it's just another James Bond book and an interesting tale. It even references the previous book, Thunderball. So I think it's fine. Give it a read.