As I sink more & more into senility (no longer precociously so), I might just read more & more bks like this. Actually, I enjoyed it just fine. I have a deep affection for stories like this, the stories written by authors who'll probably never be popular like Michael Crichton is b/c their plots are just a little too silly.. or cheesy.. or ridiculous. The plots that're based more in imagination & fancy than they are on the latest technological blah-blah. A helicopter containing a stolen army payroll crashes near a jungle & some underground insectoid/humanoid creatures swarm over it, people get taken into their queendom, there's fighting, spicy dialog, love interest. It's all good-natured fun. ( )