Not sure what your situation is exactly, but for some people Thursday night can be problematic. Can’t party like it’s 1999, what with Friday coming in the morning, and yet there is that nagging voice that says you owe yourself some sort of outing, for having hit your marks four full business days running. The obvious answer: a fiction reading, in one of Vermont’s truly superior independent bookstores.

I’ll be doing my first reading from The Brothers Boswell at the newly revamped Flying Pig Bookstore in Shelburne this Thursday, June 4, at 7 pm. Nice people, nice surroundings, nice book about a crazy guy packing a pair of golden pistols in 18th-century London.

Hope to see you there, with a friend.