Many times I've declared the greatness of Veronica Mars. The problem with that was simple: I hadn't finished the first season yet. Not for lack of interest, obviously, but due to external factors: work, writing, my many foundations I fund with poetry money. I finally finished the first season, though, and my early opinions are only magnified. By a factor of about 10. I can hardly think of a more satisfying season long narrative. One that concludes in awesomely gothic pulp. It could have ended here, the whole show, and been this gem, even with the mystery of the final scene at the door. Like the close of The Sopranos, something you would always wonder about.
I'm sad to see Veronica go after three seasons but that's a great run. Great, great show and I still have two seasons left.