It's been about a week since I finished reading this and all I can remember is the fantastic beginning. I don't believe there was a plot, but it was such a fun start with the heavy-drinking James Bond paying a visit to a health spa (of all places) as recommended by M. There, He endures fasting and endless 'treatments' with cups of sugary tea and a droll sense of humour. Then he's sent overseas to investigate the possibility that stolen atomic bombs have been hidden in the islands. There's an evocative scuba-diving scene involving sharks and black blood but it's all downhill from there. Perhaps I wasn't paying the later chapters my full attention but it seemed rather sedate for a supposed thriller.