Taylor's The House of Women is a gently paced crime novel in the police procedural genre. Investigation of the unexplained but perhaps accidental death of a failed, somewhat eccentric historian, Ned Jones, reveals a sequence of human weaknesses that marred his life and that of his family. While the plot itself is predictable and perhaps a little too straightforward for my taste, this book is memorable for two strengths. The characterisation is strong, particularly that of the adolescent and troubled Phoebe, the youngest inhabitant of the House of Women and seemingly the only one disturbed by the death of her favoured Uncle. And the setting, in Wales, is delightful: especially the road trips around the mountains and to the almost `outback' and certainly outmoded farms of Ned's sisters. It's a shame that Taylor felt the need to add hints of romance between her sharp detective, McKenna, and Phoebe's mother: I thought it distracting and too obviously a compulsive hook inserted to capture the reader to compensate for the weak plot.