Adrift on the Black Wild Tide by James Johnson Kane, 1878.

There's an exclamation point on the cover but a question mark on the title page.  What Can She Do[!/?] by Edward Payson Roe, 1873.

You've heard of coffee-table books, but here's a New England farmhouse's autobiography.  And just in case you couldn't believe it, the subtitle reassures that it's "A Book."  (The Autobiography of a New England Farm-house: A Book by Nathan Henry Chamberlain, 1864.)

What constitutes daydreams?  Days and Dreams, of course.  (Madison Julius Cawein, 1891).

There's a fine line 'Tween the Gloamin' and the Mirk (Cecile Macneill Thomson, 1882).

"Me drunk on literature is the best me. Hands down. On a good book, time is fluid, point of view ranges from the omniscient to the unreliable, and space is blasted with sensuality. On Lit I fuse with the human experience. I remember, I alter, I trust. Drinking that fine Lit down, I carbonize into the desirous me." —Dan Manzanares

Light in the Gloaming, 1882.

If it's true that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, then it only makes sense that a Shoemaker would venture Eastward to the Land of the Morning (Michael Myers Shoemaker, 1893).

You've heard that a book is a doorway.  Literally so, in the case of Janet, a Poor Heiress by Sophie May, 1882.  Knock loudly — she's home.

There's a fine line [a book spine] between jest and earnest[ness].  (William Arthur B. Lunn, 1840).

In Search of the Unknown by Robert William Chambers, 1904.

Prophetical, Educational, and Playing Cards by Mrs. John King Van Rensselaer, 1912.

Dr. Zell and the Princess Charlotte: An Autobiographical Relation of Adventures in the Life of a Distinguished Modern Necromancer, Seer, and Theosophist by Warren Richardson, 1892.

Though provocatively titled, Camp Fire Sparks is not an incitement to burn books.

"Haunted by the ghosts of the books I haven't read.  Poor uneasy spirits, they walk and walk around me.  There's only one way to lay the ghost of a book, and that is to read it."  From The Haunted Bookshop by Christopher Morley, 1919.

From Jugend, 1914.