First in the series of "Bio of a Space Tyrant", this is Piers Anthony really letting rip on his id, and giving us all the space piracy we could want. I've never read such a weirdly repetitive book, which is suppsedly a thriller.
A family attempt to cross the heavens in a rather shambolic little spaceship, with 200 other refugees. This should be a nice setup for an exciting chase through the stars, with a bit of hard sf technical wizardry ala The Martian.
No such luck. It's half a dozen encounters with space pirates, (in one case the same one twice!) which are an excuse for Anthony to enjoy his fetish for "ravishment". Don't bother.