A Call from a Distressed Friend

Ring, ring, ring.... ring, ring, ring...
"Hello?"
"Abigail! Ugh, thanks for picking up. It's Bekah."
"Yeah, I know! So what's u..."
"I'm in a quagmire! A QUAGMIRE!"
"Is everything okay? Wha..."
"Which book do I read for Honors class? I mean, if we need to write a literary analysis paper I want to enjoy the book..."
"Bekah, I know exactly what you mean!"
"Where are you?"
"Standing in front of my bookshelf."
"Me, too!"
"Bekah, what books were you thinking about?"
"Well I've got The Girl With the Pearl Earring, Of Mice and Men, Cannery Row, Year of Wonders, The Crucible, Hamlet... oh crap, I just tore the cover of Hamlet!"
"That's okay, you can borrow mine, but..."
"Abigail, what do I do?!"
"I don't know..."
"What did you choose?"
"That's kind of funny, Bekah, because, ah... I've got Dracula, Frankenstein, The Bell Jar, The Sea Runners, The Count of Monte Cristo, Murder on the Orient Express, and Of Mice and Men, too!"
"So many good books... what're we going to do?!"
"Alright, Bekah, here's what we're going to do. Let's limit our choices to three books. When we go to Honors class tomorrow we'll look at Mr. Garner's face when we hold up each book. If he looks like he disaproves..."
"That'll tick off one choice!"
"Right. May the best book win."
"Great plan. But, ah, Abigail?"
"Yeah?"
"How do we choose only three books?!"

(This was an actual conversation that took place. No joke. Just a few changed words here and there, but... this is an example of the trials and tribulations of a bibliophile!)