When I was thinking about deliberately reading old(er) books this year, I thought about the James Bond series. I like a good spy story. I investigated the publication dates of the books written by Ian Fleming. Fleming died before I was born, making everything he ever wrote eligible as an Old Book by my definition. This is Very Exciting News. I went hunting for Casino Royale, determined to read the Bond books in publication order. I have now secured a library copy and am half-way through it already. So far I’ve met the Bond car, watched Bond drink his own particular version of the dry martini, met the Bond girl, and things have exploded all over our heroes. Excellent. I shall report as things develop, but I’m sure you already know what happens.