Maybe try reading some classics. I re-read The Three Musketeers recently and (unabridged, trans. by William Robson) and it was such a ding-dang blast. Every chapter is just easy to let the imagery roll through your mind: bucolic countrysides, brilliant sunshine or black as coal thunderstorms, medieval villages, castles, ornate palaces, silvery blades, beautiful women, mysterious night-time candle-lit scenes, the sound of footsteps on wood floors, the smell of wine and cheese, and the wittiest dialogues.
It reminded me what books could be when done well.
JK Rowling used it correctly in one of the HP books. Ron does it, in fact. She knew full well to use it with a boy, though, she knew what she was doing.