A ballseye.

I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.

I finished my book and out I came
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
But I have a book inside me.

J Donaldson

May I also recommend How to Argue with a Rascist by Adam Rutherford as a particularly pertinent read right now.