Descriptive writing is wonderful. For example:
You didn’t even have to hear Barefoot Ted to appreciate his cocktail shaker of a mind; just seeing him was enough. His outfit was a combination of Tibetan Warrior Monk and skateboard chic: denim kickboxing pants with a drawstring waist, a skintight white tank top, Japanese bathhouse slippers, a brass skeleton amulet dangling to the middle of his chest, and a red bandanna knotted around his neck. With his shaved head, cinder-block build, and dark eyes that danced around seeking attention as much as his voice, he looked like Uncle Fester in good fighting trim.
From Christopher McDougall, Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen (Knopf, 2009. ISBN 0307266303), describing an ultrarunner whom some might call simply “eccentric.” That is but one sampling of McDougall’s vivid style while telling the amazing story of not only the Tarahumara indians of Mexico’s Copper Canyon, but of “ultrarunners” who think a marathon is a warmup run. It’s available from Amazon, including an eReader version. You don’t have to be a runner to enjoy the story. The tale is much more one of humanity than of simply running.