Inkheart and the neighbor

We watched the movie Inkheart tonight with our children. It was ok, not great, but good enough. Last winter I read the book in preparation for the movie coming out. At the time I remember thinking, "What a fabulous idea. It is to bad someone else didn't write it." So great idea, so/so story. Halfway through the movie there was a knock on the door. It was our old neighbor, the one who used to watch our coming and goings through the window with a scowl on her face, the neighbor who never smiled or returned a hi, the neighbor who complained to the office about our "excessive" kid noises, the neighbor who actually pounded on our wall one night when she thought Jason and I were talking to loudly in bed. She is part of the reason we moved. Her negativity was stressing me out. She had come by the invite me to a Mary Kay party. I'll admit I was half way tempted to go, just to see here in another element, but the fact that there is absolutely no way I'd buy anything which would probably hamper our relationship even more makes me think it is probably not a good idea.