The Road To Reality: Voted off the Island!...My Journey as a Real-Life Survivor

The Road To Reality: Voted off the Island!...My Journey as a Real-Life Survivor

Dianne Burnett

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 1401941001

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Get ready to laugh. Get ready to cry. Get ready for a whirlwind of an adventure. Settle in for a powerful, poignant story of inner strength and courage-and get a fascinating, behind-the-scenes look at the making of Survivor, the world's most popular reality show.

Spinning their mutual love of exotic adventure into gold, Dianne Burnett and her former husband, TV producer Mark Burnett, co-created Eco-Challenge, an expedition-length racing event televised on Discovery Channel that catapulted them into the arena of reality TV and set the stage for Survivor-a modern-day Robinson Crusoe with a million-dollar prize.  But Dianne and Mark's fairytale marriage did not survive their Hollywood success . . . she found herself left behind, her contributions unrecognized.  She lost her partner in life and began to lose her identity.  In that experience, she found an opportunity to grow.

A fascinating, fast-paced, heart-warming "page-turner," The Road to Reality takes readers on a roller-coaster ride-complete with a zesty romance, as well as the ups and downs of going for your dreams-while it imparts the lessons learned as Dianne discovers what really matters in life is something beyond fortune and fame. 

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in the big screen in my head, I was a huge showbiz success, and the flashbulbs were popping. The only good thing about living in that era on Peppermint Road—where most of the time I was alone—was that I could watch whatever I wanted on TV, or crank the music and dance around the house. The Sister Sledge song “We Are Family” was my favorite of that era, ironic considering I didn’t have much of a family anymore. The other perk was that I could skip school without anybody knowing, and forge my own

take the Silver,” he said, signing the contract. Mark continued hammering—insisting that Scott would kick himself tomorrow, but by then, the spot would be filled. Scott put down the pen. Beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead. It was the moment when ordinarily we would reinforce the sale, making the client feel he’s made an intelligent decision, but Mark wouldn’t let up, harping that Scott upgrade to the Publisher’s page placement. Scott went pale, and fell on the floor. “Shit!” said

of destruction, unstopped for days. I was relieved when I saw Mark on TV, widely waving his arms, signaling victory from the roof. If the guys hadn’t fought off the inferno, our home would have been little more than a pile of ashes. My adoration of my husband soared to new heights. Mark made the news on Channel 9 again a few days later, when none other than Mark Steines, who had previously covered Team American Pride, interviewed him for a segment about neighborhood heroes. Normally, after a

sparse, and the workout was tough: we woke up at 5:30, practiced yoga for an hour, then ate a thimble-sized portion of granola with an almond on top. Then we hiked for five hours up steep mountain trails, ate lunch, and had a massage … followed by water aerobics, weight lifting, and meditation until evening. A light dinner followed our meditation, and then we partook in group activities designed to increase personal awareness. One evening, an analyst deciphered our handwriting—and everyone was

father to watch the kids: he wanted me to accompany him to Checkpoint 9. Great. From a sleepless night in the heart of the desert to a helicopter—a form of transportation that keeps me silently praying from takeoff to landing. I braced myself for the dust storm and climbed into the backseat, immediately putting on the headset. “Everything all right up there today?” I asked the pilot. The pilot replied in a thick French accent. “Oui, madame.” As we made our way up the mountain, horrible

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