I just tore through Where The Winds Blow, and I swear—this book hit me like a political tornado wearing a clown wig and holding a Molotov cocktail. I was laughing, sweating, anxious, and deeply invested all at once. The satire? Razor-sharp. The suspense? Wild. The heart? Completely unexpected and dangerously addictive.
The Path Finder movement alone had me cackling. A global phenomenon where the founders STILL don’t know what the movement is?? That is my exact brand of smart comedy-chaos. And then we’re bouncing from a desperate ex-soldier crossing continents… to storm-chasing newlyweds… to a whisky-soaked Scotsman on the world’s weirdest collision course. I mean—THIS is the kind of storytelling that makes readers feral.
Ethan Watts
Email 23/11/25
