The three stars, of course, come with the caveat that this book is exactly what it is: A capable adaptation of a B movie more notable for its title-generated internet frenzy than for any actual inherent quality. You don't read this book because you're actually interested in the story or the quality, you read it to be able to say that you didn't just watch the film, but you _read the book_. You're just _that_ hardcore. And you're tired of those monkey fighting snakes on that Monday-to-Friday plane.