For five years, May 17th was an actual day of mourning for me. I put it on my calendar and wore all black. May 17th, 2007 was the day the CW canceled Veronica Mars.
This five year period ended for me on March 13th, 2013 — O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! — when Rob Thomas and Kristen Bell announced they were Kickstarting the return of V-Mars, one of my favorite
television heroines of all time. My love for her transcends my ability to think critically. I backed the project and followed its progress eagerly. The movie was released on my birthday. (It was such a good birthday.) But let’s be honest. I was never not going to love the movie.
And I was never not going to love this book, honestly, no matter what it contained. Because that’s just how true love works.
As such, this isn’t going to be a review that will be useful to people who just want to know if the book is worth their time. Obviously, I am a biased sample. Or it’s fruit from the poisoned tree. Or whatever other thing I can co-opt and use in an incorrect manner.
The book picks up where the movie left off, and includes several characters the movie just couldn’t fit in. And it does so in a way that’s very satisfying. Also, it hints at possible future storylines that I anticipate I shall also enjoy mightily.
I have already pre-ordered my copy of Mr. Kiss and Tell — the second of two Veronica Mars official mystery books ordered upon the success of the Kickstarter — which is coming out in the fall. I hope that both books do ridiculously well so that even if I never get another movie, I can still get my V-Mars fix on the semi-regular with more books in the series.
Hear that, whoever is in charge of things and decisions and stuff? GIVE ME MOAR.