Idaho is built on top of a huge, thick crust of weird. Shawn Vestal’s short story collection, Godforsaken Idaho, reminds us that our eastern neighbor is not-quite-right down to the core. From lustful country boys who plot against the tiny dogs carried around by beautiful out-of-town women (lapdogs, the narrator explains, are “wrong” because they make “us feel defensive about our whole lives”) to two Mormons out to bring a sinner back into the fold, Vestal cracks open the dry, dusty ground and lets the weirdness spill out. It’s savage and apocalyptic and endlessly funny. (Third Place Books, 17171 Bothell Way NE,, 7 pm, free)