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.
“Hear that, whoever is in charge of things and decisions and stuff? GIVE ME MOAR.”
From your keyboard to God’s ears. Or studio executives’. Whichever is more powerful.
Probably studio executives, sadly.
I’m going to have to go ahead and get this for our upcoming vacation. I don’t think I can resist any longer.
Also, nice use of Callooh! Callay! That kind of put a little spring in my step today, so thanks.
Ha, you’re welcome. It’s the little things, I guess.
Once I FINALLY finish The Fiery Cross, also known as the longest novel I’ve ever read (literally) and now re-read, I am so going to reward myself with this. I could use some pesky blond detectives in my life right now. If I read another Gabaldon right away, I think I may get put off reading. Veronica Mars should be the perfect antidote.
You make Gabaldon sound so appealing ;) And yes, it’s so much fun! Fluffy but substantial also.
Most of Gabaldon is actually total comfort-reading to me. I love books 1 and 2, and much of book 3. It’s just book 5 which is a chore, more than a joy, to get through, and because I get twitchy every time I read a book that takes me more than max a week to get through, I’m being harder on it than it probably deserves. I’ve got to the part of the book that gets good again now though, and am racing through it towards the end. I’m also really looking forward to the new one (I just have to read the two 1000+ page books that come before it first). ;)