Good game! The two that come, linked, to my mind right now - probably because both are linked with this board's topic for me - are

Jenny, by Paul Gallico which I read at perhaps 7. Yes, it was too young, but I'm probably still too young to read this. It is sadder than almost anything else I've ever read. (To me, perhaps not to you or your kids.)

A philosophy of solitude, by John Cowper Powys which I read at perhaps 14. Very strange book.

The first explained to me why being attached is painful; the second taught me that it's optional. Perhaps fortunately, in between I was also strongly influenced by Tolkien and Heinlein :-)

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