⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Wind Knows My Name by Isabel Allende sets out to tell a sweeping, emotional story about displaced children across generations—but for me, it never quite found its footing. The novel moves between 1938 Vienna and modern-day America, following Samuel Adler, a young Jewish boy escaping the Nazis via the Kindertransport, and Anita Díaz, a child separated from her mother at the U.S. border. On paper, it’s a powerful parallel. In execution, it feels overworked. There are simply too many storylines competing for attention, and it’s no surprise when they eventually converge in a way that feels more predictable than profound. Allende leans heavily into her trademark mysticism, but […]