I can't bring myself to finish this. Already 100 pages in, and the only---only!---words I can use to describe the hero and heroine are "supposedly protective" and "supposedly intelligent," respectively. Surely at this point, I should have a strong grasp of who these people are and what matters to them.

...And judging by the cryptic, melodramatic conversations they keep having, I can only assume that they, and the author, believe I already understand them quite well. (But I don't; I have no bloody clue what they're on about. Except that it involves Something Serious That Happened Long Ago, Something Serious Happening Now, and that all of their Dire Life and Death Problems are as nothing when they look into one another's eyes. Right.)