After reading Graham Greene's "The Tenth Man" the other day, I was in the mood for something exciting with clear heroes and villains instead of Greene's usual brooding and flawed protagonists.
[I recall reading "A Burnt-Out Case" while down in the dumps in law school. Not a wise move.]
So I started Alexander Kent's "The Midshipman Bolitho" series about a young man in the Royal Navy in 1773.
It was just the ticket. A mission to West Africa. Kill the pirates. Free the hostages.
Run up the Union Jack!