I wanted to write fantasy so I told myself "well, gotta read some of that stuff then!". So I went into my local bookstore (small, maybe the size of my room) and asked what they could recommend. So, the woman told me of Eragon, A Song of Ice and Fire, Bartimaeus and some other book, that sounded... meh. In one corner there stood The Way of Kings so she pulled it out and we were reading the back, wondering what it might be about (german edition is not so very informative) and I read the first pages. I liked them. I wasn't overly excited, but it had a certain spark. So I bought it, together with Eragon which (shame on me) I still haven't picked up.
The first 100 pages were slow. Like, it took me a month of reading in between lessons at school - until I picked it up at home one evening and started actually, as in continously reading it and it suddenly made a whole lot more sense. I read through it that day and realised there was a second part (german version...) so I bought it thinking, it was quite nice and now I want to know the ending. And, well, after screaming, crying, laughing and squealing my way through that book (I still remember how emotionally drained I was after the big battle) I bought WoR and after that Elantris, Mistborn 1, Reckoners 1 and Warbreaker all at once.