Li Le spent sixteen muddled years surrounded by all sorts of books and odds and ends. She didn't like the name her mother had given her, which struck her as a little shallow, and she liked her common surname even less. She thought she deserved to be more unique. So when she awoke from the chaos that day, she struggled to figure out what was going on, then stared wide-eyed and urgently asked everyone around her, "Who am I? What's my name?"...
Also, you can break the big section in the middle into smaller sections.
A certain rabbit often wanders into the humanities. I hope you can continue writing.