We’re talking little, tiny, miniature books: books so small you could fit many of them into a single regularly sized book. Books that could go onto the bookshelves of a dollhouse. A Bible the size of your thumbnail. Books so diminutive and light that the booksellers who specialize in them are the envy of the rest of the rare book world; those who have to deal with heavy, normal sized books. Books that you would read as you curled up on a ball of yarn with a spool of thread as a table and a thimble full of tea. If this isn’t delightful to you then I don’t even know anymore!
