Kenzie in 'The Me I Was' is this beautifully complex character who stuck with me long after I finished the story. She’s not your typical protagonist—flawed, raw, and achingly real. The story follows her journey through self-discovery after a traumatic event, and what I love is how the author doesn’t sugarcoat her struggles. Kenzie’s anger, vulnerability, and gradual healing feel so authentic. There’s a scene where she breaks down in her car, screaming into the steering wheel, and I swear, it’s one of the most human moments I’ve read in fiction. Her relationships are messy too, especially with her family, which adds layers to her growth. By the end, you’re rooting for her not because she’s 'fixed,' but because she’s learning to live with her cracks.
What really got me was how Kenzie’s arc mirrors real-life healing—nonlinear, frustrating, and full of setbacks. The book doesn’t tie everything up with a neat bow, and that’s its strength. I’ve recommended this to friends who love character-driven stories because Kenzie feels like someone you might actually know.