Ow Yeong Wai Kit

Reading English novels as a child, I used to wonder what scones tasted like. They sounded especially scrumptious because I had never tried them—a deprivation relieved only when a teacher once brought me and a few others to Goodwood Park Hotel for high tea. Like my taste for scones, most of my desires and expectations were acquired through books. As vehicles of vicarious experience, books offer their own enchanting portals of discovery, facilitating access to new imaginative r