Young Golda narrowly escapes a pair of charging Cossacks, pounds her fists in anger at an anti-Semitic Russian peasant, organizes her Milwaukee classmates to buy textbooks for the poor, runs away from home at age fourteen to get an education and becomes fired by the dream of Zionism. . . . Davidson's staging of these incidents (which you may remember from Mann's Golda, 1971, and elsewhere) is full of freely imagined dialogue but it's commendably vigorous nonetheless. One really does come to share the sense of Golda's extraordinary engagement and formidable will. . . as well as of the charm that made young men consider Golda ""the nicest thing to hit Denver in years."" The outright partisanship sits less well in later chapters where Golda is seen heroically slipping into Trans-Jordan disguised as an Arab woman and scrubbing the floor after policy meetings. But except for delivering an emotional vote of confidence Davidson doesn't dwell on the issues; this story is two-thirds over by the time Golda gets to Palestine and the years as Prime Minister are a mere footnote. A girls' life that aims lower than either Mann or Noble and is unabashedly heartwarming.