I’m not sure who this book is for. Little of it will keep the cricket buffs happy. It doesn’t, in my opinion, give enough insights into JM Barrie to warrant a substantial book. I guess it gives a snapshot view of an upper English class whiling away their lives – wasting them perhaps? It’s a little picture of the silliness of that particular class at a particular time.
In other words, I like the idea of the book more than its execution, which I don’t think is the fault of the author, there simply isn’t enough there to hold one’s attention for the required period.