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A New York Times bestseller, The Silver Linings Playbook was adapted into the Oscar-winning movie starring Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence. It tells the riotous and poignant story of how one man regains his memory and comes to terms with the magnitude of his wife's betrayal.
During the years he spends in a neural health facility, Pat Peoples formulates a theory about silver linings: he believes his life is a movie produced by God, his mission is to become physically fit and emotionally supportive, and his happy ending will be the return of his estranged wife, Nikki. When Pat goes to live with his parents, everything seems changed: no one will talk to him about Nikki; his old friends are saddled with families; the Philadelphia Eagles keep losing, making his father moody; and his new therapist seems to be recommending adultery as a form of therapy.
When Pat meets the tragically widowed and clinically depressed Tiffany, she offers to act as a liaison between him and his wife, if only he will give up watching football, agree to perform in this year's Dance Away Depression competition, and promise not to tell anyone about their "contract." All the while, Pat keeps searching for his silver lining.
In this brilliantly written debut novel, Matthew Quick takes us inside Pat's mind, deftly showing us the world from his distorted yet endearing perspective. The result is a touching and funny story that helps us look at both depression and love in a wonderfully refreshing way.
- Print length304 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSarah Crichton Books
- Publication dateOctober 16, 2012
- Dimensions5.45 x 0.8 x 8.15 inches
- ISBN-100374533571
- ISBN-13978-0374533571
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"Quick fills the pages with so much absurd wit and true feeling that it's impossible not to cheer for his unlikely hero." Allison Lynn, People Magazine
"...compelling and fascinating ... a tour de force. ... From the beer-soaked Bacchanalian tailgating to the black holes of despair into which Iggles fans plunge themselves after a defeat, Quick is dead-on." Bill Lyon, The Philadelphia Inquirer
"...charming debut novel...it is hard not to be moved by the fate of a man who, despite many ordeals, tries to believe in hope and fidelity, not to mention getting through another day with his sanity intact." Stephen Barbara, The Wall Street Journal
"...endearing...touching and funny debut...Pat [Peoples] is as sweet as a puppy, and his offbeat story has all the markings of a crowd-pleaser." Publishers Weekly
“Matthew Quick has created quite the heartbreaker of a novel in The Silver Linings Playbook.” Kirkus First Fiction Issue
“heart-warming, humorous, and soul-satisfying … thought of starting off the review with a photo of me hugging the book and grinning like an idiot–I liked it that much.” Nancy Pearl, Pearl’s Picks + NPR’s ‘Summer’s Best Books’ (2009)
“You don’t have to be a Philadelphia Eagles’ fan (or even from Philadelphia) to appreciate talented newcomer Matthew Quick’s page-turning paean to the power of hope over experience—the belief that this will all work out somehow, despite the long odds that life deals us. ” Justin Cronin, PEN/Hemingway Award-winning author of The Passage
“More than a promising debut or an inspiring love story, this novel offers us the gift of healing.” Roland Merullo, author of Breakfast With Buddha
“This is a funny, touching performance on the part of Mr. Quick—and the beginning, I hope, of a big career.” Dave King, author of The Ha-Ha
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The Silver Linings Playbook [movie tie-in edition]
A NovelBy Matthew QuickSarah Crichton Books
Copyright © 2012 Matthew QuickAll right reserved.
ISBN: 9780374533571
Chapter One
An Infinite Amount of Days Until My Inevitable Reunion with Nikki
I don’t have to look up to know Mom is making another surprise visit. Her toenails are always pink during the summer months, and I recognize the flower design imprinted on her leather sandals; it’s what Mom purchased the last time she signed me out of the bad place and took me to the mall. Once again, Mother has found me in my bathrobe, exercising unattended in the courtyard, and I smile because I know she will yell at Dr. Timbers, asking him why I need to be locked up if I’m only going to be left alone all day. “Just how many push-ups are you going to do, Pat?” Mom says when I start a second set of one hundred without speaking to her. “Nikki—likes—a—man—with—a—developed—upper—body,” I say, spitting out one word per push-up, tasting the salty sweat lines that are running into my mouth. The August haze is thick, perfect for burning fat. Mom just watches for a minute or so, and then she shocks me. Her voice sort of quivers as she says, “Do you want to come home with me today?” I stop doing push-ups, turn my face up toward Mother’s, squint through the white noontime sun—and I can immediately tell she is serious, because she looks worried, as if she is making a mistake, and that’s how Mom looks when she means something she has said and isn’t just talking like she always does for hours on end whenever she’s not upset or afraid. “As long as you promise not to go looking for Nikki again,” she adds, “you can finally come home and live with me and your father until we find you a job and get you set up in an apartment.” I resume my push-up routine, keeping my eyes riveted to the shiny black ant scaling a blade of grass directly below my nose, but my peripheral vision catches the sweat beads leaping from my face to the ground below. “Pat, just say you’ll come home with me, and I’ll cook for you and you can visit with your old friends and start to get on with your life finally. Please. I need you to want this. If only for me, Pat. Please.” Double-time push-ups, my pecs ripping, growing—pain, heat, sweat, change. I don’t want to stay in the bad place, where no one believes in silver linings or love or happy endings, and where everyone tells me Nikki will not like my new body, nor will she even want to see me when apart time is over. But I am also afraid the people from my old life will not be as enthusiastic as I am now trying to be. Even still, I need to get away from the depressing doctors and the ugly nurses—with their endless pills in paper cups—if I am ever going to get my thoughts straight, and since Mom will be much easier to trick than medical professionals, I jump up, find my feet, and say, “I’ll come live with you just until apart time is over.” While Mom is signing legal papers, I take one last shower in my room and then fill my duffel bag with clothes and my framed picture of Nikki. I say goodbye to my roommate, Jackie, who just stares at me from his bed like he always does, drool running down off his chin like clear honey. Poor Jackie, with his random tufts of hair, oddly shaped head, and flabby body. What woman would ever love him? He blinks at me. I take this for goodbye and good luck, so I blink back with both eyes—meaning double good luck to you, Jackie, which I figure he understands, since he grunts and bangs his shoulder against his ear like he does whenever he gets what you are trying to tell him. My other friends are in music relaxation class, which I do not attend, because smooth jazz makes me angry sometimes. Thinking maybe I should say goodbye to the men who had my back while I was locked up, I look into the music-room window and see my boys sitting Indian style on purple yoga mats, their elbows resting on their knees, their palms pressed together in front of their faces, and their eyes closed. Luckily, the glass of the window blocks the smooth jazz from entering my ears. My friends look really relaxed—at peace—so I decide not to interrupt their session. I hate goodbyes. In his white coat, Dr. Timbers is waiting for me when I meet my mother in the lobby, where three palm trees lurk among the couches and lounge chairs, as if the bad place were in Orlando and not Baltimore. “Enjoy your life,” he says to me—wearing that sober look of his—and shakes my hand. “Just as soon as apart time ends,” I say, and his face falls as if I said I was going to kill his wife, Natalie, and their three blondhaired daughters—Kristen, Jenny, and Becky—because that’s just how much he does not believe in silver linings, making it his business to preach apathy and negativity and pessimism unceasingly. But I make sure he understands that he has failed to infect me with his depressing life philosophies—and that I will be looking forward to the end of apart time. I say, “Picture me rollin’” to Dr. Timbers, which is exactly what Danny—my only black friend in the bad place—told me he was going to say to Dr. Timbers when Danny got out. I sort of feel bad about stealing Danny’s exit line, but it works; I know because Dr. Timbers squints as if I had punched him in the gut. As my mother drives me out of Maryland and through Delaware, past all those fast-food places and strip malls, she explains that Dr. Timbers did not want to let me out of the bad place, but with the help of a few lawyers and her girlfriend’s therapist—the man who will be my new therapist—she waged a legal battle and managed to convince some judge that she could care for me at home, so I thank her. On the Delaware Memorial Bridge, she looks over at me and asks if I want to get better, saying, “You do want to get better, Pat. Right?” I nod. I say, “I do.” And then we are back in New Jersey, flying up 295. As we drive down Haddon Avenue into the heart of Collingswood—my hometown—I see that the main drag looks different. So many new boutique stores, new expensive-looking restaurants, and well-dressed strangers walking the sidewalks that I wonder if this is really my hometown at all. I start to feel anxious, breathing heavily like I sometimes do. Mom asks me what’s wrong, and when I tell her, she again promises that my new therapist, Dr. Patel, will have me feeling normal in no time. When we arrive home, I immediately go down into the basement, and it’s like Christmas. I find the weight bench my mother had promised me so many times, along with the rack of weights, the stationary bike, dumbbells, and the Stomach Master 6000, which I had seen on late-night television and coveted for however long I was in the bad place. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I tell Mom, and give her a huge hug, picking her up off the ground and spinning her around once. When I put her down, she smiles and says, “Welcome home, Pat.” Eagerly I go to work, alternating between sets of bench presses, curls, machine sit-ups on the Stomach Master 6000, leg lifts, squats, hours on the bike, hydration sessions (I try to drink four gallons of water every day, doing endless shots of H2O from a shot glass for intensive hydration), and then there is my writing, which is mostly daily memoirs like this one, so that Nikki will be able to read about my life and know exactly what I’ve been up to since apart time began. (My memory started to slip in the bad place because of the drugs, so I began writing down everything that happens to me, keeping track of what I will need to tell Nikki when apart time concludes, to catch her up on my life. But the doctors in the bad place confiscated everything I wrote before I came home, so I had to start over.) When I finally come out of the basement, I notice that all the pictures of Nikki and me have been removed from the walls and the mantel over the fireplace. I ask my mother where these pictures went. She tells me our house was burglarized a few weeks before I came home and the pictures were stolen. I ask why a burglar would want pictures of Nikki and me, and my mother says she puts all of her pictures in very expensive frames. “Why didn’t the burglar steal the rest of the family pictures?” I ask. Mom says the burglar stole all the expensive frames, but she had the negatives for the family portraits and had them replaced. “Why didn’t you replace the pictures of Nikki and me?” I ask. Mom says she did not have the negatives for the pictures of Nikki and me, especially because Nikki’s parents had paid for the wedding pictures and had only given my mother copies of the photos she liked. Nikki had given Mom the other non-wedding pictures of us, and well, we aren’t in touch with Nikki or her family right now because it’s apart time. I tell my mother that if that burglar comes back, I’ll break his kneecaps and beat him within an inch of his life, and she says, “I believe you would.” My father and I do not talk even once during the first week I am home, which is not all that surprising, as he is always working—he’s the district manager for all the Big Foods in South Jersey. When Dad’s not at work, he’s in his study, reading historical fiction with the door shut, mostly novels about the Civil War. Mom says he needs time to get used to my living at home again, which I am happy to give him, especially since I am sort of afraid to talk with Dad anyway. I remember him yelling at me the only time he ever visited me in the bad place, and he said some pretty awful things about Nikki and silver linings in general. I see Dad in the hallways of our house, of course, but he doesn’t look at me when we pass. Nikki likes to read, and since she always wanted me to read literary books, I start, mainly so I will be able to participate in the dinner conversations I had remained silent through in the past—those conversations with Nikki’s literary friends, all English teachers who think I’m an illiterate buffoon, which is actually a name Nikki’s friend calls me whenever I tease him about being such a tiny man. “At least I’m not an illiterate buffoon,” Phillip says to me, and Nikki laughs so hard. My mom has a library card, and she checks out books for me now that I am home and allowed to read whatever I want without clearing the material with Dr. Timbers, who, incidentally, is a fascist when it comes to book banning. I start with The Great Gatsby, which I finish in just three nights. The best part is the introductory essay, which states that the novel is mostly about time and how you can never buy it back, which is exactly how I feel regarding my body and exercise—but then again, I also feel as if I have an infinite amount of days until my inevitable reunion with Nikki. When I read the actual story—how Gatsby loves Daisy so much but can’t ever be with her no matter how hard he tries—I feel like ripping the book in half and calling up Fitzgerald and telling him his book is all wrong, even though I know Fitzgerald is probably deceased. Especially when Gatsby is shot dead in his swimming pool the first time he goes for a swim all summer, Daisy doesn’t even go to his funeral, Nick and Jordan part ways, and Daisy ends up sticking with racist Tom, whose need for sex basically murders an innocent woman, you can tell Fitzgerald never took the time to look up at clouds during sunset, because there’s no silver lining at the end of that book, let me tell you. I do see why Nikki likes the novel, as it’s written so well. But her liking it makes me worry now that Nikki doesn’t really believe in silver linings, because she says The Great Gatsby is the greatest novel ever written by an American, and yet it ends so sadly. One thing’s for sure, Nikki is going to be very proud of me when I tell her I finally read her favorite book. Here’s another surprise: I’m going to read all the novels on her American literature class syllabus, just to make her proud, to let her know that I am really interested in what she loves and I am making a real effort to salvage our marriage, especially since I will now be able to converse with her swanky literary friends, saying things like, “I’m thirty. I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor,” which Nick says toward the end of Fitzgerald’s famous novel, but the line works for me too, because I am also thirty, so when I say it, I will sound really smart. We will probably be chatting over dinner, and the reference will make Nikki smile and laugh because she will be so surprised that I have actually read The Great Gatsby. That’s part of my plan, anyway, to deliver that line real suave, when she least expects me to “drop knowledge”—to use another one of my black friend Danny’s lines. God, I can’t wait. Excerpted from The SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK by Matthew QuickCopyright © 2008 by Matthew Quick Published in 2008 by Farrar, Straus and GirouxAll rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.
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- Publisher : Sarah Crichton Books; Media tie-in edition (October 16, 2012)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 304 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0374533571
- ISBN-13 : 978-0374533571
- Item Weight : 9.4 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.45 x 0.8 x 8.15 inches
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Matthew Quick is the New York Times bestselling author of The Silver Linings Playbook—which was made into an Oscar-winning film—and eight other novels, including We Are the Light, a #1 Indie Next Pick and a Book of the Month selection. His work has been translated into more than thirty languages, received a PEN/Hemingway Award Honorable Mention, was an LA Times Book Prize finalist, a New York Times Book Review Editors’ Choice, a #1 bestseller in Brazil, a Deutscher Jugendliteratur Preis 2016 (German Youth Literature Prize) nominee, and selected by Nancy Pearl as one of Summer’s Best Books for NPR. The Hollywood Reporter has named him one of Hollywood’s 25 Most Powerful Authors. Matthew lives with his wife, the novelist Alicia Bessette, in Beaufort, South Carolina.
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This book is heart-warming. It has great character development up to the last page of the book. There is plenty going on to keep the story going. However, I did have to take all the child like talk from Pat and, instead of get irritated by it, realize that the author is using it intentionally to indirectly tell me something about Pat. That helped me a lot. Instead of getting irritated, I just thought, "wow, this guy is really struggling". Luckily, the other characters talk like adults.
My biggest problem with this book is that I could see it being EXTREMELY triggering for someone with an eating disorder and/or a compulsive exercising disorder. I get that the author wanted to drive home all of Pat's problems and how severe they are, but the fact that his therapist and his family and friends never mention or address the issue, even once, is concerning to me. Honestly, they should have been working with him on that in the bad place to start. In fact, I think it's very sick that his Mom buys him a workout watch for Christmas. But again, this story didn't write itself, and I can only assume the author was trying to make a point. I have friends with eating disorders and struggle with Bingeing myself. I assume the author was pointing out how ignorant our culture can be to eating disorders. They do usually go undetected for a while before someone starts to even suspect. Moreover, in this book, I think the point is that too often, we as a culture are so obsessed with "looking great", that we forget about getting there in a healthy manner. Encouraging Pat to exercise 12 hours a day, letting him wear plastic bags running, letting him spend his nights sweating in the attic with the fans off, etc is where I have a problem with this book. These are all very unusual and extreme behaviors that anyone in their right mind should have been at least trying to help him cut down and stop. Usually, people with these sorts of problems hide their behaviors. The only one he tries to hide is sleeping in the attic to sweat all night. But, after his parents find him there, nothing is done and he continues the behavior. As someone who doesn't and has not ever struggled with these sorts of problems, I can read about them and how the other characters encouraged them and not get triggered (although because I'm sensitive to the issue, I do get angry), but someone who is, or has struggled with these or similar issues could be in for some REALLY triggering pages in this book.
Overall, this book confuses me as far as the author's intent. On one hand, he seems to be giving his audience an inside view on mental illness, but on the other, he doesn't seem to understand what happens, how others react, and the treatment for severe harmful behaviors associated with mental illness. He obviously doesn't have a mental illness himself (or if he does, took creative license to make the story work better) since Pat's Therapist is also his Psychiatrist.
However, I LOVED reading it! All the issues I described did not get in my way of enjoying this book as a novel. In fact, I thought parts of it were hilarious - some because I have an inside view of mental illness, and some because they are just generally funny. Well, a lot of it was funny. It was also sad. It's a great read! Just don't expect a picture perfect view of what it's like to have a mental illness since the author skips over some very major parts of the treatments and peoples reactions.
The movie, on the other hand is also great (although I think the book wins in my opinion). But it is absolutely NOTHING like the book! Major plot element in the book are out of place or dramatically changed for cinematic effect (for example, one thing that Pat doesn't know until the end of the book, he has memory of from the beginning of the movie!). I can see why they chose to change things since the book would really not make a good movie without most of these changes. But, about 5 minutes in, I had to just put my thoughts about how the book goes on hold and enjoy the movie for what it is, since everything is so totally rearranged or changed. In fact, this almost made the book and movie better, since afterwards I could laugh at how completely unrelated they were! My biggest problem with the movie was that Pat seemed to have no developmental issues in the movie, which was a huge shock to me!
So in a nutshell: This book is well worth the read, it's got all the right elements and interest for a great read. Just bear in mind it's not perfect in representing mental illness, it's a novel after all. If you've already seen the movie, enjoy the book for it's own enjoyment, you will be surprised at how different it is! If you haven't watched the movie, I honestly think it's better to start with the book first, as it will help you understand some of the unspoken things in the movie. It's a very quick read. I think it took me 2 or 3 days, and no, I didn't spend all day reading! It's a short book. Enjoy!
Note: I'd love to hear about other people's opinions on some of the issues I addressed here.
Hello Fellow Fathomers! Today in The Locker I combine a book review with a movie review for The Silver Linings Playbook. As soon as the movie released last fall in the theater, I just had to go see it. (and I see few movies in the theater)
Matthew Quick's excellent, heartfelt novel provided the start of a screenplay with substance. From the opening scene to the end, David O. Russell captured my imagination and I found myself cheering that he did not try to "fix" anyone- instead, he revealed to the audience how life actually is for many people living with various degrees of mental illness. For 122 minutes, we see a glimpse into the highs and lows that sometimes cycle for people several times within a given day.
I identified with the mother, Dolores, played so brilliantly by Jacki Weaver- trying to hold her family together while standing firm to her own principles. Walking the tightrope by offering her crabbie snacks and homemades on game day and encouraging positive behavior by setting boundaries, she epitomizes a mother's love for Pat working so hard to find his Silver Lining. With two young adult sons of my own, I understand the pain of seeing them suffer and also the anger when they make ridiculous or damaging choices.
I also identified with the father, Pat Sr, played intensely by Robert DeNiro. Unwilling to accept his own quirks as possible mental illness, he instead calls the oddities his good luck charms and ways to insure success, especially when it comes to his beloved Philadelphia Eagles football team. He realizes toward the end of the movie how his OCD personality may have shaped some of Pat Jr's behavior, and that felt really good to see his "grown man" tears shed as a father trying to connect with his son in mutual understanding.
I will admit that before this movie, I really didn't care much for Bradley Cooper. Although a stunning specimen of a man, his sharp blue eyes projected an arrogance to me further driven home by the characters he played. But, in this movie, it is clearly evident why he received the Oscar nomination for Best Actor (which he really should have won, in my own honest opinion). The character of Pat, Jr. fast talking, rapid cycling, intensely determined and looking for that Silver Lining-that ending of happiness in the movie of his life he watched unfold on a daily basis was dazzling. It makes me wonder if Bradley may, in fact, have an element of Bi-Polar disorder in his personality. If not, he surely must have grown up around someone who did, because he nailed the part.
Jennifer Lawrence's turn as Tiffany awed me. From her expressions to her verbal intensity, she captured a woman teetering on the brink of a depressive edge, yet wanting desperately to be accepted and loved. So desperate, she was willing to lie to the man she loved at first sight in an attempt to pull him close to her. In the scene where she casually spews sports scores and facts before casually popping off the top of a Budweiser, she secured both feminine determination and fitting in as one of the guys to prove her point and left the room speechless. Bravo.
Every actor involved in this film demonstrated charisma and delivered top notch performances, Chris Tucker, funny and fast-witted as Danny and Anupam Kher as Dr. Cliff Patel attempting to pull Pat into reality and encouraging him to develop a strategy- all while bonding as a fellow Eagles fan.
David O. Russell's adaptation fit perfectly for the big screen at just the right length and development. I enjoyed his changes to the Stevie Wonder songs from both Songbird by Kenny G and Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler in the novel. The musical changes captured more of what the scene required, even if slightly old school tunes. The rest of the soundtrack is just as appropriate in establishing a background for what the characters are going through at any particular time.
Mr. Russell tweaked a deep, emotional novel into something suitable for film. The intricacies in the novel would not have adapted straight to a movie and hold the same interest--it would have been too long and confusing. In addition, the chemistry between the actors involved- especially Bradley and Jennifer- required more fleshing out for the viewing audience. The relationship between Pat Sr. and Pat Jr. needed more substance because, well, it's Robert DeNiro, for Pete's sake...he deserves more from a role and Mr. Russell provided it.
Which is why, in this rare instance, I believe the film and the novel marry perfectly. I saw the movie first, then read the novel and the pairing left me with a satisfied feeling.
Matthew Quick's fast paced novel about a man suffering some type of mental illness or breakdown is different in several ways than the screenplay. Minor changes such as Pat's surname change from Peoples to Solitano, song differences, and the supporting character roles provide little impact between the screen and novel. However, major changes abound, such as Pat losing 4 years of his memory in the novel rather than 8 months in the movie, the fact that Pat's mental condition is never really defined in the novel, the way Tiffany works out the letters, and the gambling plot in the movie. There are several more; however, none detracted me from either medium to enjoy this story.
Written in first person, Mr. Quick wrote Pat's verbiage in an almost frantic/determined tone, and I felt his rapid fire energy. Bradley Cooper handily captured Matthew's intention of this man, Pat, valiantly fighting for his life back, but in a better form, a life with a Silver Lining.
So, Fellow Fathomers, if you've not enjoyed Silver Linings Playbook the movie or The Silver Linings Playbook, the novel, I encourage you to do both. The bittersweet tale left me with a fulfilling satisfaction that life doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful.
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長さも中編としてはほどよい感じで、多読を始めて間もない人にもオススメ!パットの年齢と私と大きくは違わないので、感情移入してあっという間に読み終わってしまいました笑
ヒューマンドラマ、ラブ、スポーツ(イーグルス!)、若干のミステリー要素があり、最後まで楽しめます!
(コメント by 30代男性。英語の勉強に多読を敢行中。kindle @ iPhone で読了)