Sadly this was a real disappointment. Despite being well written it doesn't capture the imagination in any way and really isn't that funny. One audiable laugh for the whole book doesn't befit the claim on the cover.
There are a number of similar books of this ilk that are a delight - Rain Men has a genuine charm and Penguins Stopped Play has a tremendously mischievous spirit... not to mention a surpising capacity to make grown men cry before it's finished.
Not Dark Yet lacks the essential charm that these sorts of books require to hold a reader - and frankly was a waste of money. Its regular political commentary felt turgid, and it recycles many well-known facts about cricket in a way that makes you realise you've heard most of them before.
This book unfortunately joins Shane Warne's extraordinarily dull autobiography and Graham Thorpe's painfully bitter account of his career as the worst cricket books I've ever read.
One to avoid, I'm afraid.