Awesome book syndrome

I apologize for not writing a review or anything for so long.  The problem is that after finishing A Dance With Dragons, which was so extremely well written (not that the book was perfect, I just loved the writing), everything else has paled in comparison.  It all feels so amateur and kind of silly. 

I read Nyphron Rising by Michael J. Sullivan, which is the third book in a series I had been quite enjoying, and I almost gave up on it.  It felt like it had been written by a child.  Now, that's not to say it wasn't a good book.  The style was just so different, and I didn't feel that it was on the same level as Martin's writing.  I had a hard time of it directly on the heels of Dance.

Then I tried The Eternal Sea by Angie Frazier, which I did review here, and as you can see (if you read the review), I didn't feel like the writing was up to par.

Following that I moved on to Scott Pilgrim Gets it Together, which I actually really liked.  But it was a graphic novel, and can't even be compared with regular novels, and so maybe what I'm left with is books with pictures?

And then, I picked up Shades of Grey by Jasper Fforde, and I was mostly liking it until I got over halfway through and realized only a day in the story had passed, and realized how tedious the whole thing felt.  I also realized I didn't care at all what happened.  So I skimmed to the end.

Which brings me to now.  I'm working on Poison Study by Maria Snyder for a book club.  It's okay, but I'm not wowed at all.  I'm just wondering how long it'll be until I pick up another book and think it's excellent.  Maybe I just need some amazing suggestions.