Why doesn't anyone love me as much as I love them? Interesting question. A little needy but interesting. I walked away from Tonight the Streets Are Ours with two questions of my own: Is "recklessly loyal" (the title given to our main character) code for "biggest doormat"? Why do I keep choosing terrible novels? I think the answers are "people are terrible, adopt a cat," "ABSOLUTELY," and "because sometimes things sound better than they actually are." But I might be wrong. Arden Huntley is tired of being "recklessly loyal" so she finds comfort on the internet through a blog called "Tonight the Streets Are Ours," run by a dude named Peter. He's very annoying and boring but he obviously thinks otherwise because he has a journal-style blog. When Peter blogs about being dumped by his girlfriend, Arden decides that it makes perfect sense to track him down and show up unannounced. Oh, and he doesn't even know she exists. Sounds like a brilliant plan. My least favorite aspect of the novel