Which brings us to miniature books. I was hunting around for books in Boston on Tuesday and stumbled on this place, which houses and sells tiny books, some no smaller than a person's thumbnail. Here's but one display case of the many found in the store:
Every type of book can be found in the collection: fiction, non-fiction, poetry, presidential inaugural speeches -- you name it, they have it. These little babies aren't cheap, either, ranging in price from $150 for Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (15/16" by 3/4") to $28,500 for an Imperial Russian jewel, a 14-carat pendant in the form of a hinged book containing, among other things, a song popular in the salons of pre-Revolutionary Russia (1 3/4" by 1 1/4").
Alas, miniature books aren't my thing. With my eyes, I'd never be able to read a word. But before leaving the store, I asked the owner if there was much of a market for the tiny books. I'm sure he's been asked this question before, for his response was perfect: "As you might imagine, sir, demand for miniature books is -- ahem -- small."