I enjoyed this book, maybe because I like too much humor (the complaint of one Amazon commenter). Child of hippie parents creates a garden in a vacant lot in the bad part of Oakland, including eventually chickens, ducks, geese, turkeys, rabbits and pigs. She's honest and accurate, though I did wonder about collard greens in July--I think of them as a cool weather crop but I guess not.
From my praise you can guess there's a minimum of locavore/organic ideology in the book. The main thread of the book is the garden, but the small bits about neighbors, friends, and relatives make it more than one-dimensional.