The chills I experienced that night teleported me back to that pimply, pre-pubescent little boy that felt like he was discovering something special all over again.

I always think a good sentence is one where you understand exactly what the writer is trying to say, no matter how obscure or pedantic it seems.

Have you ever read any Marquez? He can do that so well it almost seems like magic. For example:

‘The tan of her skin, the smell of her smoke, the disorder of her laughter in the darkroom distracted him and made him bump into tnings.’

Was there ever a more perfect sentence? I want to memorise every word that man has ever written.

Keep at it – you’ve got soul xxxx