Don't you just hate… when you clip your nail a little too far? Or TV adverts' volume being pumped up way more than the programmes? Or the farty noise your leather chair gives you, but only once so however hard you try to repeat it you look like a failed cover-up artist? Or carrying an item into a store that sells that said item? And even if you can't dislike those, what about that grey papery dried-up porridge they make padded envelope filling out of? Even the person whose fortune was built on it hates that stuff, surely. File that next to the weak, tomatoey water you get the first time you ever squeeze a settled ketchup bottle.

Yes, as opposed to The Becket List (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53953852-the-becket-list-an-a-z-of-first-world-problems) or other such surveys of first world problems, this book is purely the one-liner; we get three items we're supposed to hate and empathise with per page maximum – sometimes it's just two, the font is that large. Don't you just hate that? But yes, there is enough here to give the knowing nod of agreement, and the sympathetic recognition, whether it be the late arrival of Qs in Scrabble, or having an unexpected threesome with a dog (no, that's just the author…) And all the while this is appearing droll and light-hearted, now and again it can throw a major curve-ball that might just change your entire thinking. Why can't we call "plus-sized" models models, and relegate "models" to minus-sized, indeed, and what are you supposed to do with the blistering skin on the roof of your mouth after you've eaten something too hot?

Three and a half stars.

My answer is YES to the title of the book. Hates a strong word for what I felt for this book, just really not funny. Don't waste your time.

Thanks to author,publisher and Netgalley for the chance to read this book.While I got the book for free,it had no bearing on the rating I gave it.

Don't You Just Hate That? is a collection of small things that irritate you, delivered in a humorous way of "don't you just hate that...?". I was quite excited as I usually love books like these and some of my favourite humourous books are Murphy's law related.
Unfortunately, the book didn't feel relatable to me about almost 90% of the time.
- There are some notes that are quite vague, and mostly absolutely inappropriate like "Male gynecologists.". Why would you hate doctors? Sure, you can prefer a woman gynecologist for a plethora of reasons and they are all valid and you should be accommodated if possible, however *hating* a doctor based on their gender is plain stupid.
- There are some plain mean notes like "When you can tell by someone's skeleton that they must have been ugly.". Like seriously? How many people can actually picture well just by a skeleton how someone looked?
- And then there are some that simply made me go 'What?'. like "When you enter a space-time continuum devoid of colour and sound."
- Also, as someone not from the US, a lot of the notes related to the US where just weird to me.
The book just didn't click for me at all, but I do think that people with a different flavor of humour could enjoy it quite a lot (in turn they'll probably feel no interest in humour centered around my country, which is fair).

*Thanks to NetGalley and Workman Publishing Company for providing me with an ARC of this title in exchange for an honest review.*