Books that capture childhood the way it actually felt

I'm looking for novels that get childhood right. Not nostalgia, not sentimentality. The weirdness, the loneliness, the small terrors, the moments that don't make sense until you're older.

I'm thinking of Elena Ferrante's Neapolitan novels, where kids move through the world with a logic that isn't adult logic. Or Marilynne Robinson's Gilead, where memory becomes a way of understanding the people you grew up with. Even something like The Little Friend by Donna Tartt, where childhood curiosity leads somewhere dark.

What books make you feel like a kid again in the real way, not the Hallmark way? The ones where the world is still big and confusing and you're just trying to figure out the rules.