NYT, Keeping Score: "Her father, who inspired in her a passion for the Brooklyn Dodgers, called his daughter Bubbles because she 'seemed to enjoy so many things.' The butchers in her hometown of Rockville Centre on Long Island called her Ragmop, and fondly taunted the irrepressible fan. (They were Giant loyalists.) Doris Kearns Goodwin, as her disarming memoir shows, was a born mascot -- an endearing emblem of high hopes and undauntable energy. Or rather, like all mascots, she was made, not born, but the role clearly took and stuck. The daddy's girl who so avidly shared in his baseball dreams and in the dramas of her close-knit neighborhood casts herself here as a booster on a larger stage as well: Goodwin recounts an exemplary coming-of-age story from an often maligned era. Born in 1943, just a few years too soon to make the baby boom cutoff, she paints a portrait of feisty girlhood in the prefeminist 1950's."
NY Times, Yale Review of Books Front Door, PBS, amazon
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