This was by far my least favorite Sophie Rivers book. I think that the education system, as wildly dangerous to Sophie as it had proved to be, had provided a connection to reality for me that cricket cannot.
While cricket is not particularly popular in the US, I have encountered a number of mysteries where cricket plays a part, including the charming Charters and Caldecott which combined cricket with the rather inelegantly named category of Geezer Lit. In fact I've never particularly had a problem with fictional cricket until now.
Sophie, who is now on an unpaid sabbatical, has started to take an interest in her other great interest, cricket. I rapidly grew very tired of Sophie attending cricket matches, what she wore to cricket matches, what she ate at cricket matches, how the weather affected cricket matches and the cricketing skills of her current love interest. In fact by the time the first body showed up I thought it was far too late in the book.
The villains are obvious and there is a complication from Sophie's past and a substandard condom that I suspect are slated to cause problems in the future, but I'm not sure that I am going to hang around for the said problems. I've giving the next book a try and if it doesn't do better on the crime side then I'm out of here.
Ah, one other thing. While I'm not a proponent of changing British to US idiom-- in fact I generally dislike it, I've been amused by the repeated use of the term glory hole. This is used in the nautical sense of a place where odds and ends are stored. In my circles in the US it- ahem-- means something else entirely. So when someone dives into Sophie's glory hole I do a bit of double take.
ETA: Preceding book is the far better Dying for Power and followed by the so far unknown quantity Dying by Degrees