Nothing but reruns

Not unusually, after my latest Powell's spree, I've been reading fairly steadily, making my way through Fearless Fourteen, When Will There Be Good News? and Straight Man. I've loved Richard Russo since Empire Falls, so last April, I read Nobody's Fool (also loved, loved, loved). This April, I continued the Russo in spring tradition, and made quick work of Straight Man. I have to say, I didn't love it as much as my first two Russo experiences, but it was still a damn fine novel. And funny. Now do I wait until next April to read Bridge of Sighs?