Shortly after college I became enamored of the idea of printing my own zine. I did it, but only with the Xerox machine. I had fully intended to use this very affable reference work to learn how to do more ambitious work one day. But later my zine folded, and now, of course, in the days of computers, the book is sorely outdated. I still like having it around out of nostalgic affection for a dream that nearly came true. ( )