A friend recently raved about the writing in The Marriage Plot, by Jeffrey Eugenides.
I have to agree. And as someone just ever so slightly obsessed with tennis, I love this sentence in particular:
Alton had been club champion in his age group for twelve years running, one of those older guys with a sweatband ringing a balding crown, a choppy forehand, and absolute murder in his eyes.
Yep, seen the type.