I was working on my resumé today - for a really long time.
So long, in fact, that I had a sudden recollection about how when I was a child I had an extensive collection of abridged classic novels. A few I remember off the top of my head were: Black Beauty, Twenty Thousand Leauges Under the Sea, and Wuthering Heights.
The strange thing about these abridged versions was how much longer in page number were in comparison to the real versions; however, this was something I wouldn't come to learn until much later in life. They were sometimes almost double in size because the font size was increased at least double a McDonald's menu and there was a drawing of the previous page on every other page.
I believe the picture pages were bad for an imagination like mine.* I thought it was awesome that I had read so many classic books, but then when I actually had to read some of the classics in school, I couldn't remember much of the plot or characters. I have a strong feeling this was due to the fact that I didn't actually read the books but instead make up my version of the classics based on the drawings.
I managed to work this story into my resumé. The abridged version of course. It's all I know.
*for those who have imaginations like mine