The trouble with I Hate Myself and Want to Die should actually be its strength - the writer's attitude. He is a musician himself, so should have some insight into the writing process and the background of the songs, but he ends up wasting pages in pointless sneering at musical genres or artists he dislikes, rather than the actual songs themselves - I don't care whether he thinks Kiss 'suck donkey poop' only why Beth rates as a depressing song. In a similar vein, Johnny Cash's version of 'Hurt' isn't automatically better then writer Trent Reznor's just because he is Johnny Cash. The writer frequently betrays his affection for country over other styles of music. A classic maudlin piece of writing, Eric Carmen's 'All by Myself', is only depressing because Celine Dion covered it - really? REALLY?
There's no affection shown to most of the songs listed, which I think is a major fault with the book.
Worse still, in the case of 'Brick' by the Ben Folds Five, he actually admits to having misunderstood the story behind the lyrics while he was compiling the book, then STILL proceeds to rate it based on his original belief - now that's just damn lazy writing.
A missed opportunity that makes me hate the writer - although I stop short of wanting him to die... as long as he doesn't write a follow-up (and he did, so die Reynolds, die!).