Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret-room
Piled high with cases in my father’s name;
Piled high, packed large,—where, creeping in and out
Among the giant fossils of my past,
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
My books!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
This resource, found in academic libraries, provides historical background for the user, and traces book printing practices, terminology, and technology in the early centuries of the craft. The various links lead to additional resources that will lead to yet others. Some of the same primary sources will be found along different paths.
The book arts are alive and well, as attested to by the museums, professional organizations, and workshops found among the last few entries below.