The Miles Vorkosigan Saga, by Lois McMaster Bujold, is the mother of all space operas, complete with spaceships, explosions, interplanetary wars, laser guns, clones, space pirates, smugglers, assassinations, technology, betrayal, space stations, mutants, and all that good stuff. All of the books in the series–fourteen at last count–are worth reading, though some are better than others. They are chiefly notable for dense plotting with unexpected twists, characters so real they practically leap off the page, non-stop action, and an approach that’s sympathetic to all characters while never preachy or heavy-handed.
But with the first half-dozen books being mainly focused on space battles and intrigue, one would not expect Komarr to be a romantic comedy. Yet it is. It is the most dramatic mid-series shifts that I’ve ever seen, from action and adventure and masculine bravado to action and adventure and true love. Yet, at the same time, it is a very good romantic comedy, perhaps the best in print that I’ve ever seen.