There’s a really thoughtful, interesting review of Inheritance by John Stintzi in the summer print issue of The Malahat Review. I especially like the reviewer’s comments on the middle section of the book:

But perhaps the poet’s best gift is her ability to shift focus from section to section. While the first is especially haunted by the speaker’s father (the whole book is), the second moves into much more charged, passionate, and directly personal language. It is the speaker’s interactions with her world, a kind of Bildungsroman. In the poem “Whiskey Mantra,” the speaker says “I raged, I swore / I contemplated becoming a whore, / all for the world.” Other exemplifying poems in this section are “Skinnydipping,” the “Bachelorette” sequence, “Russian Brides,” and “The Rich,” where “we daughters blew the rich / boys hard, as if / our lives depended on it.” These poems are chock full of images that stand unique in comparison to the other two sections; images of campfires, witches, nightclubs, and blowjobs, mingle with Powell’s glance back to the fairy tales and Greek myths that root these poems into the book’s overarching interest in the past.

The review is online here.