I am a reading chipmunk. I scurry from one piece of scrumptious language to another. I nibble, but never fully digest until I am on to the next nugget of knowledge. I wish I could slow down, but I am too busy to enjoy, too busy trying to store up for the long winter that has yet to come. That winter will be when I must reflect upon my reading or starve because nothing new is coming in. When my baby chipmunk comes, how much time will I have to dedicate to reading anything. I will just want to read her face over and over again. So for now, I scurry.

You might be a reading rhinoceros or a reading panda or a reading dinosaur. See if you can compare yourself to an animal (or object, or concept) in terms of your reading. I would like you to try and be as creative as you can, but this is an honest reflection about how and how much you read.