I was only twelve when I read The Tao of Pooh, and even though I was raised in a  very spiritual (and spiritually open) family, I knew absolutely nothing about Taoism. I'd never even talked about it or really heard about it, and I still don't know how that book found it's way onto my bookshelf as a child. What I do know is that it gave me a great introduction into Taoism and helped me understand the difference between Taoism and say, Buddhism. Were it not for this book, I probably wouldn't be as fascinated by Eastern spirituality as I am, which would be a tragedy, in my opinion. I wouldn't say it's a great book for someone who knows a great deal about Taoism and is looking for more information, but it's a quick read and could probably put a smile on your face.

Cute little book that taps upon the basic idea of Tao (but not the application or practice of Tao). 

Everything has its own place and function. That applies to people, although many don't seem to realize it, stuck as they are in the wrong job, the wrong marriage, or the wrong house. When you know and respect your Inner Nature, you know where you belong. You also know where you don't belong.

A well-frog cannot imagine the ocean, nor can a summer insect conceive of ice. How then can a scholar understand the Tao? He is restricted by his own learning.