In 2015, I read a novel called The Look of Love by Sarah Jio. How it unwinds:
Love, they say (for certain values of “they”), is where you find it. Jane Williams finds it in unexpected places, in an unexpected manner: something mysterious takes place in her limbic system, and she can actually somehow see it. The day she turns twenty-nine, she receives a greeting, an instruction and a warning, all rolled into a single communication: she has this gift, she is told, to enable her to identify six different types of love, which she must complete before the first full moon after her thirtieth birthday — or the consequences will be dire. Her neurologist, meanwhile, predicts a different set of dire consequences if she doesn’t have an operation on her temporal lobe, which may kill her “seeing” ability.
It was a dandy book, with an almost-satisfactory resolution — I don’t think having everything neatly tied up would have improved it any — and I looked up more Jio. I found several books, and several amazing photographs:
Perhaps unexpectedly, she sells a heck of a lot of books in Turkey:
She does enough business there, in fact, to justify a Turkish Twitter account and this video:
This is the Turkish trailer for her third novel, Blackberry Winter:
There are eight Sarah Jio novels in print somewhere.