Just came across this sentence in The Leftovers by Tom Perrotta and I loved it so much that I had to share it with the world:
“As much as he enjoyed it, Kevin had never been much of a dancer. It was the football, he thought — he was too tense in the hips and shoulders, a little too rooted to the ground, as if he expected dancers from an opposing team to come crashing into him. As a result, he tended to get locked into simple repetitive motions that made him feel like he was impersonating a cheap battery-operated toy.”
What do you reckon?