East of Eden is one of my favorite books. It's amazing.

I feel this is required:

'Butcher: What's Sporty Spice up to?

M.M.: Who?

Butcher: Sporty fucking Spice what is she up to?

M.M.: I don't know.

Butcher: Exactly. How about Posh? You know what she's doing?

Frenchie: I don't understand.

Butcher: Making clothes for anorexics. Right? Not exactly a growth market. And Baby? You know what she's doing? Fuck all. Not even page six of the Daily Mail. And Scary Spice? Up to her eyeballs in lawsuits and sex tapes. Ginger, on the other hand, has released three albums. Passion, Schizophonic and Scream If You Wanna Go Faster. They'll all make your ears bleed. You see, when they're apart, they're absolute fucking rubbish. But, you put them together, they're the goddamn fucking Spice Girls.'