As for myself: Still have Wise Man's Fear and Slow Regard of Silent Things sitting on my desk with bookmarks early on. I need to get back to those. There's another recommendation: Rothfuss is one of the only good new fantasy authors out there. Read that shit too.
Man, I'm trying to get through
The Name of the Wind and the wank is seriously dragging on me. They roped me in with stone spider demons and the recommendations of everyone I've ever heard had read it, and now it's some edgy anime-haired legendary hero pontificating about his illustrious childhood against the backdrop of his current despair, pet bishie, and despair. It's making it rather difficult to continue.
Larry Coreia's Son of the Black Sword is good and I absolutely hated Monster Hunter International.
Read a few chapters of that. Seems neat so far, but after the above fiasco I've been hesitant to commit to anything new.
I will forever recommend R. Scott Bakker, though. Prince of Nothing is one of the greatest unread fantasy series in the world.
Man, speaking of fiasco, wank, fiascos, wank, wank, wank, wank,
and endless fucking wank, I couldn't bring myself to read anything past the first book. Which is an absolute goddamned shame, because the
world is absolutely fucking brilliant and demented as all fucking hell, and while it's a little dark ("the ocean is a little wet") I absolutely want to read more about the magical adventures of corpsefucking rape angels and the hallucinating butchers of God's work who oppose them.
Unfortunately somebody thought it would really improve that story to include a poorly justified Sue of fairly mythic levels, thereby foiling my efforts to enjoy how awesome every other single thing in the book is. I swear it's like reading a bad fanfic blended right into the amazing source material.