So many books, so little time

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was dating a guy. The first time that we went out with his friends we had all been sitting eating for a while and he left the table to go wherever. Left with his friends I expected the questions or comments that wouldn't be voiced in his presence. While I was sitting there still working on cold French fries, the good ol' boy sitting across the table from me stated, 'Man, you do eat slow.' I don't know if I attempted to 'defend' myself, but all I could've said is that I always have. I have often smiled to think that as I was expecting deep, revealing tidbits about the nature of this budding relationship, I learned that my leisurely eating pace had made an impression worth telling one's friends about.
I still eat slow.
Attempting to make comments about the books that I have read has resulted in reading through a couple of books (several if audio books count) before remotely thinking about what I would want to say about the first. I could present thoughts half-chewed, but that seems as polite as speaking with one's mouth full. But, perhaps in the effort to say anything at all that is precisely what must be done. I would only ask for the consideration for it to be recognized that 'I'm not done chewing'. On most issues and topics it has seemed that I may never be done chewing, but that seems a bit overwhelming, and with the chewing analogy - gross.
Since the first entry to the 'literary pursuits' blog I have cleaned up book pile #4.5 and fish tank #2.5. Several boxes of books have been catalogued and made ready for storage and some of the piles of books have found homes in the bookshelf - where they loom over my head while I type, reminding me of all that is yet to be considered, chewed, and digested.
Enough of the analogy. The point was....
that maybe there shouldn't have been an analogy.