I’m currently reading “The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay” by Michael Chabon. As well as being a real page-turner, he has a knack for imagery and similes. For example:

“He walked along Eighth Street, over to Christopher, then to the river, threading his way like a pickpocket through the crowds just off the ferryboats from New Jersey: taut-jawed men in stiff hats and suits and obsidian shoes, newspapers pinned under their arms; brusque, brick-lipped, hard-heeled women in floral dresses. They stampeded down the ramps and onto Christopher and then scattered like raindrops blown across a window.”

On the next page an ocean liner “loomed like a mountain in a dinner jacket.”