I agree with Glori. I'm reading A Feast For Crows now.
Salvatore isn't a hack, but he's the Stephen King of the Fantasy Realm. Wrote some great books, now even the crap with his name on it sells, and there's enough to fertilize Africa, truth be told.
Jordan did well for three books ... now ... well, do you really need 3 pages to describe a gust of wind and how it travels through a room, carrying with it the dust and ashes of blahblahblah? I'll never pick up another book of his again, after forcing myself through seven books.
Sure, there's better than LoTR ... but without LoTR the Fantasy genre wouldn't be what it is today. You have to appreciate the work for what it did, not what it contains. And, if you want to get technical, read all his OTHER books as well. There is so much lore and history that Tolkien wove together it's staggering. The man was a genius.
Martin ... thank God for Martin. I gave up on Fantasy until I read A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings and a Storm of Swords ... and now A Feast for Crows. I've been hooked since, and now I'm twitching in my seat for A Dance of Dragons so I can find out what happened to Dany and Tyrion and what happens with Stannis and Jon Snow. (Although so far you get glimpses here and there.) Plus, Martin doesn't drag on. Every chapter accomplishes something, even the ones with the minor characters, like The Onion Knight ... and unlike Jordan, I can't skip whole paragraphs without missing anything. Plus Martin doesn't insult your intelligence as a reader. I did *not* expect the ending to the first book, and I still cringe thinking about it. It reminds me a lot of "I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar." /sniffle
Now, if only they'd let
me write one of those EQ books . . . or a trilogy

I always loved the lore.