I got this book as a present when I was 7, long before I knew anything about JRR Tolkien. I don't think I even read the authors name back then, those things didn't seem important, but I loved the book. I almost knew it by heart.When I rediscovered the book on my shelf, I was truly surprised to see the author's name. I am not a big fan of The Lord of the Rings. It always felt like reading a long historical book, and that's not my preferred genre. However, Smith of Wootton Major is a charming little tale, and I do hope I don’t get too tempted to read it again; I want to keep it as a warm childhood memory. I'm sure that reading it as a grownup would only spoil it.